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Steeped in sorrow, laced with tears,
Lacerated by
lasting fears;
Phantoms ghosting through the night
Fill the heart with regret and fright.
Will this
sorrow never end?
Won't the wounds ever mend?
Damned
forever to a life of sighs
Tortured memories and stifled
cries.
How much longer must they pay?
Will these
shadows forever stay
Grisly reminders �til life's last
day?
Is there no litany that I can say?
I absorb
the words that turn me cold
Yet burn my heart and sear my
soul;
I clasp my arms, swaying to and fro �
Why is it
they must suffer so?
I cannot watch this anymore
And so, I start toward the door
And slowly move away from
gloom
But pause a moment, still in the room.
With
a hand half lifted in despair
I offer up a fervent prayer
For restless spirits moving there.
It hangs, forlorn, in
the brooding air. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2003
Listed
February 15, 2011 |
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