Bridge Of Sorrows Poem by Amala Comer

Bridge Of Sorrows



A thousand blind alleys
thru the hills
and the valleys
We stumble
and fall
as we all hear
the call
of a dimly lit past.

A future yet to be cast

Have our eyes become glazed
in this infinite maze
all clarity seems lost
and human lfe
is the cost.
Find a bridge that will cross

Our yesterdays and sorrows.

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28th June 2012
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