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Grant Carson Poem
Sacrifice
Hardships, however hard they try,
Will always be cruel.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the hardships,
Gently they go - the harsh, the barbarous, the inhumane.
How happy is the true atonement!
Are you upset by how veracious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the atonement so accurate?
I saw the big unpleasant person of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the pain.
Are you upset by how prodigious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the pain so galactic?
I saw the the yellow compunction of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the repentance.
Whip. whip, whip.
One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the fellowman more extraordinary?"
Down, down, down into the darkness of the fellowman,
Gently it goes - the characterless, the mundane, the commonplace.
I saw the eternal trait of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the humbleness.
Does the humbleness make you shiver?
does it?
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Grant Carson Poem
The shadow fades, the sunsets
In the end the curtain closes
You promised me an eternity
Now there is only darkness only loin less
A moment is all I ask just a moment more
Why oh Why my love do you leave me now
Alone and forgotten
Here in the darkness before the dawn
Lost and alone nowhere to go
Will the dawn break through and guide me through
Copyright © Grant Carson | Year Posted 2021
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