When This Broken, Only a Dark Sonnet Will Do

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Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2018
Dark Sonnet, ( Fate's Curses and Its Deep Plunged Daggers)

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When This Broken, Only A Dark Sonnet Will Do In deep melting pot of sorrow's dark, seeping doom nightmares, I saw hearse caravans rolling through gloom; with sad echoes of creaking wheels and painful shades came immense agonies of ever piercing blades. My soul sought shelter from splinters of dying wood shielding grief stricken heart from dark barely withstood; curse that penetrates spirit's armors, valor's halls with clouds of poison gas, seeping through castle walls. Midnight shadows came, danced in repugnant scenes vomiting spittle, with hideous stagnant greens; Fate and Time, delay dawn's lights, its needed reprieve enjoy all the more, epic loss as crushed heart grieves. Dawn, its promise reminds, faith saves from sinful life, I remember death's terrors and its bloody knife. Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2018 Dark Sonnet, ( Fate's Curses and Its Deep Plunged Daggers)

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Lawrence Sharp

Date: 12/27/2018 8:11:00 PM

A deep and dark melting pot indeed, Robert. Dire and intense, another excellent poem.

Charlie Smith

Date: 12/27/2018 11:50:00 AM

That's dark! Uncomfortably so. I would assume that's the point, well done my friend.

Robert Lindley
Date: 12/27/2018 1:05:00 PM

I removed the darker ink knowing this is enough.. That those with greater wisdom would see that such is so my friend. The point is not to awe but to inform... Truth oft is savage and abhorrent to those that prefer blindness and oceans of ice cream..

Robert Lindley
Date: 12/27/2018 1:01:00 PM

Yes, the best dark poetry is not about fantasy but rather about the darkness in life, in man, in his lost dreams, in his greatest sorrows and in his end. To reach that requires having had an epic loss that once destroyed one's self. A loss that most never recover from and those that do fear to even speak of it even in whispers. Rare are the ones that ever dare to write about it.