Court of Hades, finale
Oh! lamenting beads of this sad rosary
may reveal its thunder, silent, quietly
in languid speech, ever labouring still,
amid Heaven's black and barren chill,
Alas! Rancour cold holds sombre court,
to its dull diary, colourless, distraught,
whilst embers emptiness perpetually burns,
as the malevolent wheel of torture turns,
to provoke wounds of memory, that shallow dart
abolished joy from sweet its youthful art
of childhood love, whose undemanding needs,
bound by worthy thoughts and chaste chaliced deeds,
its sobering truth in sad array did take
the brightest day and into darkness make,
to entomb all living freedom, as a slave,
to the perverse chamber of shame's lowly grave.
Pray, Pray passing years may leave behind
grief's sorrowed suffering of foul deeds unkind,
then may light the black and backward hour erase,
to paint again the long forgotten flowers,days
unfold, as the waiting splendour of dawning day,
whose awakening sun with rising beams convey
a gathered loveliness, a cloudless sparkling sky
may soothe tears, where deepest thoughts still lie,
and unfold my eyelids from the scroll of cruelty,
then drink love's reverence in anxious purity.
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Posted: Nov 2015
About this poem:
I know that this completed poem is longer than usual, I hpe you will read and better understand the trauma of child abuse
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