Where Man Walks Blindly and Heart Begs Relief

Where Man Walks Blindly And Heart Begs Relief In the gnashing of teeth rests a curse hurled at infinity with its smug cannons of false piety and impudent airs of erosion. Where that mystical Chalice of Hope walks upon its three broken legs seven poison arrows await delivery unto Dawn's wide and gaping jaws. As solemn cries quake the dying tree untouched fruit, begs the ants see our value, our sorrows and tear into us, divinely. From within hurt's final locket golden relief asks no more midnight flights of fancy or delicious dregs of sad sorrows. From seas of swarming inequities fly certainty of rectitude pipes of anxiety chasms of cavernous solitude and spasms of deepest regrets. Where hides oceans of serenity touch of soft velvety clouds fertile soils of sweet charity warmth of dawn's gasping lights its new greeting hands? Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2019 Free verse, ( Thoughts My Muse Once Forbade Me To Ink ) Note: From this following old poem fragment that I recently found on the back of one of my longer poems, I sat down and decided to write a free verse creation from that ancient time in my life and my memory of my thoughts back then ("As I walk short plank over hollow seas Begging my feet to race ever faster Or else jump as if all falling was free And no more was Fate my truest master!" RJL,1973 )