John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

Mourning Sickness - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Your endless aching prayers
In the middle of the night
To the unseen God
Bring no peace to your heart
And no respite
To a spirit sickened with grief;
The day comes round the same,
The streets, the shops, the glaring light,
People in the day-centre, mouthing empty words,
Dead babies wrapped in newspaper
At the bottom of the garden.


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  • (10/9/2005 2:12:00 PM)


    man that was killing...really saddened me...is there a story behind it? ? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 19, 2005



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