When Deep Darkness and Shadows Race To Fore

When Deep Darkness And Shadows Race To Fore Heartache is oft an invisible cut Within the silent and deadly new field Black boulders bring amidst deepening ruts, Calamity, which oft one finds no shield. Flung from sticky webs of hideous dark Into the depths of an innocent soul Unrelenting, to make a galling mark, Its newborn despair taking wicked toll. What to do to stop such dark woe-some flow Destroying past happiness with its veil Injecting agony as a new show, Whilst poor soul often slides past gates of hell. Dawn's welcoming sun is no longer seen Nor those bright golden beams that heart so cheer As despair casts forth its shadowy sheen, Lost hope, becomes sad shades of looming fear. Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2021 Note: Sometimes the gate opens and dark invades..