As pain does silent enter sorrow’s narrow, darkened halls

she hides her ashen face behind doubt’s shawl.

And whispers words seductive to deceive heart’s fragile truth,

that threatens constant, love’s sweet and final proof. 

This shadow wraith firm holds the hand of promised joys,

and pulls toward the path of lies and ploys.

There is no chance of clasping mind to fulsome hopes,

when hurt sings loud the song of loss and curse. 

The siren calls of suffering are sweet on hollow ears,

and courage is surrendered in honour of our fears. 

To bind the ropes upon the mast of purpose,

is Soul’s demand in order to resist the curse. 

In throwing back the cloth which hides the past,

we make our way beyond what holds us fast.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s