This is an expansion on an earlier poem I wrote in another post.
Inside this
dank and hollow place
A bitter
wake of pain doth shift
The mortar
of their courage loose
The bricks
of every cherished past
Beset by every
deaf’ning wind
That whispers
failures in their ears
The voice
that seemed to speak of grace
Reduced to never
speak at all
But still I
think, believe, resolve,
Commit to
stay, possess my ground
For in this
open place of mine,
The
frightened shine, adorn and found
The stones,
the stones, the stones they hear
Those cold,
unfeeling rocks below
Will take
the pauper from his fear
And light
the craven dark aglow
Broken
stones say more than me
They moan in
speech that’s slurred;
But read me,
take me in your thoughts
And know
that I was heard.
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