With Ever Word Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

With Ever Word

With ever word
Nay
With every syllable
I measure
I taste
I rack my Mind
Increase my heart-pain
And yet I be not happy
Save for some sacred verses.
Yet
Let unhappiness be
If it be the savior of verses.

Monday, October 16, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: savior
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