If I've been
hurt by life
and you hear my
deepest anguish,
make no mistake
of it. No matter
how dark the defeat
nor deep the wound,
I wouldn't skip
one quick heartbeat
of this life nor
stop longing for
some unknown glory
even in the void.
And, arguably, that "glory" will indubitably come as either pain or joy, as the void probably knows appreciating the full experience you cite in the poem is impossible without the unity of opposites, that knowing black only because we understand white. Beautifully rendered.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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