Kevin Brian Wright
Curse The Stars - Poem by Kevin Brian Wright
When death has hidden her from me,
Let the twinkling host of night be barren,
And my heart outcries in woes to meet it,
To curse the stars and let their twilight reap in darkness
And when heavens eyes looks for day,
May the blackness lock the doors on my life.
It is I that should of perished,
Buried away in a noble grave of moss,
Never to see the light.
Why did you not receive me, my Lord
Maybe I should of laid down
within a pool of my own poison.
If I had rest, would I have been at peace?
Let this servant be free from the chains of his master to join his beloved.
Here I wait for the dead mans spirit, but it comes not,
So I search for it but the path is hidden from me.
I have no ease but tears, no rest,
but sighs, no strength, but woes,
How can I refrain from the ultimate sin?
Falling upon my faltering knee,
With the wrath of a broken man,
To free the life you have given to me,
for the life you have taken from me.
Copyright (c) Kevin Brian Wright 2008
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