I do not like to give much detail about why I write the poems I write, because I want to allow the reader to gather their own interpretation of my words. However, I will say that my poem, “On the Edge of Sorrow’s Eye” is meant to bring awareness to a certain subject and emotions. It is lengthy but I hope that you enjoy it regardless. Please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for your time.
“On the Edge of Sorrow’s Eye”
A bitter wind blows on the back road of life
As a shattered soul shivers in the merciless night—
Shivers and cries, and cries and hums
The tune of their tears as the midnight comes
And whispers the whisper that startles that soul
In the shadows of sadness on the old back road
For life has no patience for the weak, weary screams
Of old feeble wishes and white-haired dreams…
And the shattered soul says…
My soul is the reflection of an embattled sea
Raging with the pulse of agony
Cursed by the vengeance of spiteful winds
Life has a cunning, cold-hearted grin
When the whisper of failure shall startle my soul
In the shadows of sadness on this old back road
I am filled with guilt. I am poisoned by shame
As I travel through life on a worn out cane
Crippled by failure on the battleground of time…
I’m a war torn soul—a battered wish in mind.
My hope seems to tremble on the edge of this life
For what mattered to me most was to stay in the fight
But now I am a tear in the midst of the cry
Trembling on the edge of sorrow’s eye—
And if I should fall and be wiped away,
To fade into the fog of a slumber day
Am I just a shattered, war torn soul
In the shadows of sadness on this old back road?
And the poet says to the shattered soul…
What is the purpose of a soul without a worthy cause…
When life should silence the praise and applause
Of outbursts of cheering over battles won—
When the battles are lost what does the soul become?
It is the battles that test the faith of the soul—
The struggle of life on the old back road
When sadness shall whisper, “You will never win.”
It is searching for the soul that is sure to give in.
Cry not forever, sweet weary soul
Dwell not forever on the old back road
Moan not forever in the midst of the cry,
Tremble not forever in sorrow’s eye.
Hold not to your failures as if you can’t win,
But know that with faith, what’s broken will mend.
For calm winds will soothe your embattled sea.
The lips of peace will kiss your misery.
Your tears will be diamonds for you to hold
In the hands of your faith in the depth of your soul.
So stand, Sweet Soul, stand and believe
Your soul has a purpose and much to achieve
And leave not yourself in the claws of the night
But walk with your faith into the hope of the light.
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