When You Feel Life Is Crap, Has Too Many Hells
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Sad tis it not, that this is a curse to me when I can not sleep
I wake to splash a bit of my ink and ponder on this my old age and life
watch the night crawl by and still my home castle safely keep
never forget the great blessing of having loving children, family and my beautiful wife.
When You Feel Life Is Crap, Has Too Many Hells
When you are walking through each day's hard travails
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
try to see reality as that dark force,
that from insanity gives mind a divorce;
With such knowledge larger shield may be granted,
you may find life and love both are enchanted.
When your nights are long and needed sleep deprived
you find that as human, all life is contrived,
you beg for long sweet dreams to give your soul rest,
reality gives you yet another test;
To accept its darker and malignant deeds,
learn that everything dies and most of it bleeds.
When such pondering comes and your mind rebels
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
know that you are not perfect and you know why
life is damn tough, everything that bleeds will die;
With that truth and its hard and deep final thought
you may find, life is a trap and you are caught.
When you are walking through each day's hard travails
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
try to see reality as that dark force,
that from insanity gives mind a divorce;
With such knowledge, larger shield may be granted,
you may find life and love both are enchanted.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2018
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Total # Words: 211
Personal Note-
Could not sleep, decided to let my darkest pen ramble
admit my humanity and splash dark black ink to gamble;
Pen a few words to wile away these lonely after midnight hours,
defeat the invading evil flinging stones from fortified black towers.
This restless night the Raven shrieks out its deepest chilling calls,
in dark dreams, I stumble about in darkness, among fallen castle walls.
Poe echoes out his warnings to find the light and thus be aware
the Raven never rests, gives no quarter and simply does not care.
Raven does so much more than just send its terrifying calls
it lends darkness to invade and leave behind bloodied castle halls.
Scoff at this dire warning, and your sad soul risk it as blind
I wander through this realm, see monsters of every kind.
I am Poe, the greatest poet and horror master you will ever know
Ignore me and the Raven and I both, will put on an even scarier show.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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