Vicissitudes of a Rambling Life Once Lived

Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst, chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens, vigilant against those rascals born to deceive. I have in time, with prideful sin fought to be first took the hardest of trails, making life my own way with trials of love, red blood lusts of war, which is worse winter's hard frozen dawns or saddest end of day crying for lost lover, bitter agony found steeped in romance, a gambling fool for passion's might with my bare feet tied and oft with hands firmly bound, stranger in my own darkness, one blinded of sight. I have my sights set on living with undue haste waded through malignant streams of rampaging dread discovered love truest waters and sought not to waste walked the true walk, buried hope's premature dead carried impaling weight, of vivid dreams gone wrong ran with the hungry wolves, ate with the angry horde broke gentle hearts and wept hearing saddest of song barked at the moon and paid dues I could ill afford. I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst, chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens, vigilant against those rascals born to deceive. Robert J. Lindley, 7-16-2020 Rhyme, ( From Perils And Triumphs Of Mortal Flesh ) Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables:384 Total # Words::::282 Note: O' to be young again, with knowledge now gained O' to be innocent again, no longer stained O' to be healthy again, a man of my own O' to be free again, absent ill seeds once sown. And in his dreams, the well was always full and clear And in his pains and sorrows, no longer deep fear And in his heart again, darkness forever gone And in his life, no more sky fallen crushing stones.