Bleak To More Bleak Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Bleak To More Bleak

So be it.
That Way Suffering consummated be
In the path and lines of the Slow:
For Suffering increases in the Slow proportional.


Bleak
Bleak
Bleak

The anguished Soul pines as night falls

Trees freeze
Ah! those in the cemetery
Amidst the speechless, soundless
Lullaby of graves and tombs.

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