Sad Pages. Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

In faded times where dimness doth reside,
I pore through lines that tell a sorrow's tale
Of love laid low, of dreams that didst not thrive
And in their depths, my heart doth heavy sail.

The words, like autumn leaves do rustle soft
A silent lament of hopes that didst alight
The poet's quill didst bleed with anguish keen
As mine doth now in silent and lonely space.

O, fair pages, worn and old as time
Thou dost reflect the melancholy of my mind
In thy dark lines, I see a kindred pain
A heart laid bare in sorrow's truest design.
Jethro Kisakye Mark.