We Curse This Ancient World In Our Great Pain
We Curse This Ancient World In Our Great Pain
As we walk blindly into the dark night,
lit candles thrown away, denying sight
We climb up, onto great high cliffs to fall
heeding nothing not even warning call
We curse this ancient world in our great pain
we eat misery and hide from clear rain
Yet in dark despair, we hope and we pray
each sad night, morn we wake to a new day!
In darkness, our souls find so little rest
we wonder forth but its only a test
To ever changing earth we are thus bound
living in nothing, parading around
What of Fate and our love's greatest treasures
we seek solace in our simple pleasures
Begging only for return of clear morn
OUR ONLY HOPE, AGAIN TO BE REBORN
Yet coming dawns bring anew, hope and prayers
to divine guidance that loves, truly cares
In our sad rooms, we often beg to dance
YET WE OFTEN FIND, LIFE IS BUT MERE CHANCE
Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
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Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 155
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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