I've noticed how the grieving
Inure themselves to care -
An endless quest, a suffering,
And then a deep despair.
I, too, have known such grieving
And felt the need to bear
The depth of direst suffering,
Call it almost a desire.
And lest a faith - a knowledge -
Disturb us in our snare,
Bedecked with superstition,
Our ignorance seems fair.
Reluctant to relinquish
The agony we share,
Ourselves we strive to punish
And punish others more.
Adeline, thank you. I do know and understand this grieving, despair that you write so vividly about. I just wish I could express my emotions with the same clarity as you display. Steve.
I have found this to be very true in my 86 years-true and sad- another great 10- if we could get our poetry rated on merit you would be at the top. Joe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know exactly how you feel Adeline. My only wish is that I had the ability to express myself in the same way as you do! ! Beautiful poem.