Mark R. Elias
Mark R. Elias Poems
Shadow Of Sorrow
Only those in the shadow of sorrow
Know the meaning of real despair
For the darkness so cast on their spirit
Is a darkness found only in there
And a light all the world takes for granted
Is a light by not one of them seen
For the shadow its terrible covering
Is cruelly placed in between.
And the sorriest of souls on the outside
Might a rhythm of sympathy start
And the warmest embrace from a neighbour
Might its message of comfort impart
But the shadow its hold unrelenting
Still divides and keeps distant relief
And those hearts under cover of ...
Most every time it clangs on stone
This fork I'm thrusting into soil.
The blunt vibrations make me boil,
Make hot my blood, my sinew, bone,
And useless, anger at the toil.
I try a different angle or
Approach it from the other side.
I use my foot to help it slide,