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 (4.) 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.....