04-26-2013, 11:29 PM
This is a poem from a collection, the first poem I have ever shared.
LXIV
Sooth these halls of darkness morning
Before I make my day.
Tremble forward to the casket
Eternal to the grave.
In sheep led life I brim and tide
Not sought for never hiding,
All is all as I dash to dust,
My soul is no more binding.
LXIV
Sooth these halls of darkness morning
Before I make my day.
Tremble forward to the casket
Eternal to the grave.
In sheep led life I brim and tide
Not sought for never hiding,
All is all as I dash to dust,
My soul is no more binding.