Bitterness Poem by Tobbie WhiteBird Crowe

This world is full of non existence
Thoughts and deeds and words of never spoken depth.
A destined moment alternates,
And life like grains of sand flows through.

There is a door, that has no key
For lowly mortal beings.
For Life shows through her long white veil
While Death his blackness hiding.

They leave and go, but to return
Not then, not now or ever.
For life is but a passing on
Time itself a limbo.

The lifting spirit rises up
Pass the lowly and unknowing,
Dirty little clumps of earth
Keep not that one from going.

Life my friend, is but a dream
Of non existent verses.
Of lonely cries of unknown souls
While sobbing God is with us.

(1967)