Dismal Sea Poem by Michael Foster

Dismal Sea



Throughout the dark and somber years
My fear is ever churning
Within my cries and dreaded tears
I feel the constant yearning

To be free from fate and unchained from chance
My heart is glee and joyed
And yet with every twisted look and evil glance
The liberty is destroyed

With in the walls of doom and soul
I feel the fear and dread
Those who hear my cry may scroll
That upon the alter I've bled

With no help, the soul shall fade
You have neither joy nor glee
Without heaven's curing aid
You'll be lost in the dismal sea.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Fate
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