Singleton M. Tate
In My House - Poem by Singleton M. Tate
Oh House, that was mine
Once I looked down your corridors
Finding emptiness, vain aspects
Kindness, loathed by anguish and sorrow
In My House... I saw no tomorrow
Dread House, of a thousand wretched sins
Screaming within my heart's door
No more, 'To be or not to be'
Beauty, I'll trade for my dross
In My House... All seemed lost
Faint House, 'twas a mere dream
Perverted Heaven's Pearly Gates
Alive, in it day after day sheer hell
In My House... No soul will tell
Caged House, that once was mine
Flee me now, turn back all time
Let me not be as today
Send from God, Sweet Peace, I Pray
In that House... I no longer stay...
© Copyright 2012 THE GIFT a.k.a. Singleton M. Tate
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
In this life we must make the most of what we have. Even given circumstances of sheer horror, you can rise above the things trying to destroy your Light. Fight, keep on fighting the 'Good Fight' with God's help... You can win! T.G.☺
It is darkest just before the breaking of day... T.G.☺
Expressing the feelings of the deepest souls hidden emotions... T.G.☺
►Open-ended Artistic Creativity Style◄
Not restrained by definite limits, restrictions, or structure.
A style that's all about 'The Message'♥
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