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When Darkness Reigns, Depths of Sorrow Increase

When Darkness Reigns, Depths Of Sorrow Increase Lo, with sad heart I write, "This soul in tears With burning pains spread throughout, Too oft now sleeps with dreadful fears." Tho' this mind seeks to find joy yet again To quell dark storms all about, Life and Fate shortens my remaining years. Shall I, of my father's flesh and bones, Fall into cold gray ash and bitter dust? Walk this field of grief and cold stones, Stumble and fall in pitiful sorrow again Abandon all my life's previous trust, wallow in despair, wail with anguished moans? Nature tells me to rise and thus survive Embrace great courage of ancestors now gone, Hold faith in sweet promise of being alive. And journey forth on true path again Whereas, in darkness I find no way to atone, Nor the power to live well and thrive. Lo, with sad heart I write, "This soul in tears With burning pains spread throughout, Too oft now sleeps with dreadful fears." Tho' this mind seeks to find joy yet again To quell dark storms all about, Life and Fate shortens my remaining years. Robert J. Lindley , 7-18-2017

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Date: 7/19/2017 5:15:00 PM
Oh so good to read your poetry again Robert, love the classical style, and the wonderful flow...
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Date: 7/18/2017 9:44:00 PM
This is GREAT art Robert; so graceful and seamless. A powerhouse and a fave; this reminds of Shakespeare, where the meaning is so gnostic, yet speaks volumes, where the reader can derive different emotions and meanings every new read. Many a poet would do well to learn from this masterpiece:-)
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Date: 7/18/2017 10:48:00 AM
This is beautifully written. What a good ear you have for language.
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Date: 7/18/2017 10:18:00 AM
It is one of the hardest things, to move on with our lives, despite the losses; time does heal, but never enough. I suppose that's rightly so; we learn and grow from all experience. A touching poem.
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