Unshackle My Verse
Unshackle My Verse
When red-dust turns into solid hard stone
my words and I shall be content alone.
Grieve thee not for my long sad solitude
once I danced with happy multitude.
Then my muse embraced me with dear sweet love
now I want touch of her velvet glove.
Now I find darkness, her in binding chains
drought consumes me, decades no needed rains.
When darkness came, we ignored its powers
now dying of thirst we pray for showers.
Alas! No longer does my dear muse cry
at the black and O' so foreboding sky.
Will my poetic words dare stand alone?
When this mortal flesh is long dead and gone?
April 15th, 2017
Written for Kim Rodrigues' -- "Unshackle My Verse" Poetry Contest
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