I Hear A Call Poem by Barry Middleton
I Hear A Call
I hear a whispered call.
The winter rain must fall
to chill the naked soul.
Regret is in the wind,
for grief cannot suspend
or heal the pain of life.
The words I could not say,
the secrets locked away,
return in foggy dreams.
I feel my pulse retreat.
A prayer fails to entreat
aloof infinity.
So silently I wait,
beside a bitter gate,
till sorrow finally rests.
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4/23/2024 2:44:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful write. You have a simple but captivating way of saying things that resonate with all of us. Kudos. A perfect 10.
That is the greatest hope of any poet - that his or her words will resonate with a wide audience. Thanks.