on the dark side of the hill
there is a darker forest
beyond the final ridge
there is an even darker sea
as I look down there is no light
but only vacant void infinity
I understand denial's brush
that paints a flickering mirage
I understand that faith
can lift some human grief
but I can see no distant light
I am blind in a wilderness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I understand denial's brush that paints a flickering mirage I understand that faith can lift some human grief but I can see no distant light I am blind in a wilderness ///great verses, dear Barry