In the obscurity of nothing
A primitive spark alights my captive soulIn a life at war with irredeemable misery
My chains I wear in dungeons blackest hole
My crimes ones of obscure iniquity
Written on the brow of every one
Unlettered or scholastic be they may
Their solitary destiny to come
Arriving in formidable array
Sweet be existence in adversity
Bereft of all things earthly you can sell
Those tears you shed in life's ignominy
Shall ease your pass through Dante's gates of hell
And in the peculiarity of it all
Midst complex thoughts on the horizons of my mind
Though despair excessive I in this life recall
Another life I would not wish to find.
Brendan
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-27 at 13:39
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