It’s bleak and barren and hard to love
This stony ground, this harsh repose
Only one who’s gone before
Can really know, the death of it
Bones protrude and sunken eyes
Tell the tale of woe and dread
The air blows brown and sulfurous
No smiles, no dance, no recompense
Why the distant beating drums
Why the glaring sunlit hills
I alone am left to know
All the suffrage of the times
Blister bleed, infect my mind
Punish me with lacking love
Bluster forth with bold intent
Corrode with lust and liniment
Michael J. Dwyer, Sunday, January 1, 2009 @ 2:07PM
mss3
WOW…very powerful message in verse. Well Done!
grarbaleg
very moved here thank you much abundance to you :)