The Raven’s Dirge
Alas, I now can feel the weight of eternity
Press my shoulders to the cold hard ground
Desperate I try to stand or even understand
Though ‘tis true , no solace can be found
Ye loving loyal friends I cannot hold
No not for I, for I am a solitary man inside
Hanged by too many bestowed sorrows
Merely more old secrets tinged with pride
Nay, ‘tis not your pity I do ask of you
Nor the warmth of tender sympathy in the night
Neither salty teardrops o’er that slab of rock
Marking my trip to darkness from the light
Aye, just know I walked tall and if I failed
‘Twas not for lack of this bard’s loving heart
As Poe’s ravens sing my final parting dirge
‘twill be bitter sweet the twilight time I do depart…
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Em
Love Tinka
Hugs,
Marcia
Peace,
Dan
Poetry gets no better than this. Bravo.
Georg
Hopefully this is just your muse working overtime
your words are filled with sadness as i read my mind wonders
I will be praying for you and hope this is just
A fantastic poetic thought and noting else
Love Peace and hugsssss.....Morning Star
Such heaviness in your heart --- or is it JUST a poem? I only know you from your writings, which have always lifted my heart. There has been a semi-truck full of sorrows in my life, but with the grace of God, He managed to keep it from going over the side of a cliff. If you want to 'talk' send me a personal email through my AD den.
I pray that God will continue to give you strength and comfort. He's right beside you.
God bless you,
Kathy
Best regards,
Chris
You have a great many friends who care for you and love you. Your writing is great!
Ann
This is sooo good Fee. You excel iin poetry like this.
Love,
Susan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
I pray you're okay...this one grips the soul with a paralyzing fear.
(((HUGS))), love and prayer, Karla.
I love ya Cuz XOXO, Rose
if that makes any sense.
Walt