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When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave, 4th Poem, From My Blog, a Quartet of Poems
When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave, 4th Poem, From My Blog, a Quartet of Poems
When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems
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When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
(4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems)
When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave
telling your dastardly sins to behave
can that midnight hour your spirit then feel
poison arrows in your Achilles heel
slow melting marrows in your weeping bones
transcendence in your heartbreaking tones?
O'tell me that torture, how does it pain
Will your rebellion ever let you be sane?
In cold dark that your lost soul too oft plays
sorrows born 'neath Heaven's pleading stairways
can new Life and Love your agony heal
or with devil's oath you dare make a deal,
fast drying tears spat upon cracked sidewalks
crimes with Mother Nature you dare not talk!
O'tell me that torture, how does it pain
Will your rebellion ever let you be sane?
When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave
telling your dastardly sins to behave
can that midnight hour your spirit then feel
poison arrows in your Achilles heel
those melting marrows in your weeping bones
transcendence in your heartbreaking tones?
O'tell me that torture, how does it pain
Will your rebellion ever let you be sane?
Robert J. Lindley, 5-13-2020
Rhyme, Stepping From That Mountain,
Fleeing From That Cold, Dark Abyss.....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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