On Broken Knees

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On Broken Knees

On Broken Knees

 

My friend, hello I recognize

The hopelessness you’ve dealt

Upon my soul for years and years

On broken knees I’ve knelt

 

So lonely in this dank abyss

No light with which to see

Nor air to breathe and fill my lungs

Constrict to smother me

 

And hold my eyes fused shut again

My tears to flood the dam

Of heart held back as bones dissolve

Restricting all I am

 

To love is lost at last long gone

Though likely I'll live on

Within the grays of lifeless prayers

Ragged robes left to don

 

And wonder just what purpose makes

When sadness reigns supreme

To steal away what makes me me

Then locks away my dream

 

To sleep or die perchance no dreams

Will herald peacefulness

For when I wake the nightmares live

To steal my hopefulness.

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swiftbird2C commented on On Broken Knees

12-21-2018

You have a gift for phrase. You might think about apoting your Skills to a band for lyrics!

dahlusion commented on On Broken Knees

10-17-2018

I love the deep melancholic atmosphere that lingers with a side of poignancy with this one: "To love is lost at last long gone Though likely I'll live on Within the grays of lifeless prayers" –– Bravo! –-))

Eriboth

10/17/2018

Thank you my friend!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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