Poetry

Weigh the Anchor Chains

By 11th February 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

Woe is me this day, of one before the morrow brings
When history no longer mocks eternity of what shall be
Where ending of all life as known, perchance no longer sings
Hath future ceased creating of existence whence I’m truly free?

Weigh the anchor chains I wear crisscrossed upon my heart
In depths so darkened now as may seem to be absurd
Break free the mooring cables, which doth tie me to my art
Of penning verse that tells of longing held beneath the waves submerged

Open up my mind to soar beyond the realm of cloudy sky
Above restraint of earthly binds that hold my dreams enthral
Endured so much in silence, when for sure inside I wished to die
Renewed in strength by steadfast faith, in one whose love I chance to call

With yearning felt within for times of joy and treasured gain
Of life as was intended at creation, with no hindered past
Ignites a fire, that candles would deem true eternal flame
A love to share with minded souls, whose future is no longer cast

Richard

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