Gary Revel

(June 29,1949 / Florala, Alabama USA)

I May Be Wrong

I may be right
I may be holy
I may find strength
In something solely

I may not be
A thing at all
I may not see
And so soon fall

Whatever is
May be for nothing
Whatever comes
May do so loathing

The day it comes
The night it is
For brutal thought
Brings forth that kiss

That kiss of death
That song of mourn
That ripe dead heap
For those unborn

Will grieve my soul
Today and more
On this bright day
On this great shore

I may be right
I may be wrong
I may be weak
I may be strong

I may find love
I may find hate
I may fly high
Or lock that gate

I may not be
A thing at all
Just someone's thought
From some great hall

Eternal bliss
May here abode
But only for
The greatest load

Upon my shoulders
It was placed
I felt it not
I turned and faced

That deadly thing
That brought all hate
To me was waste
So brought but late

For I have known
A love so true
That nothing's gain
Will never undo

Never unlove
Never unbleed
Never be real
Never be
Never be

I may be wrong

Submitted: Wednesday, June 23, 2004

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  • Anong All (6/24/2004 7:18:00 AM)

    Wow, blow me over. That is quite a powerful poem, you got going on there. To a degree, I do believe, I agree with you... Nice poem. (Report) Reply

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