A Lesser Incursion Of Sorrow

30 Jan


Shall I be fair in this execution;
pray it withers not, but with time,
in all the flavors of its resolution,
to fall amid this blackened rhyme,
that bear witness to sullen verse,
and mayhap sway the human herds,
that, with pittance, may reimburse
my soul imbued within these words;
or shall I, with wonder, follow suit,
as better arts have stained my mind,
to write of joy, and not bitter fruit,
thus soliloquy dare not be unkind;
but, nay, this verse must be its due,
what vast cost pay, or thinly borrow,
I shed these words of mindset true,
not lend to cause, but light to sorrow.

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Posted by on January 30, 2016 in My Poetry



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