by Steven Masone
Through the tear stained windows
of my dark and cold night...
Quiet shadows cast down from above.. no warmth... no light.
Inwardly I grieve, as the faraway music cries...closing her melodic door,
Sweet songs fading, the beauty of their refrain, ...no more.
My eyes lift and see the pale glimmer... vanish as a fleeting cloud...
Torn between sense and sound, I give up my voice...I cry aloud!
More tears upon my tears, falling down and down they fell,
rivers... deep fountains, a bitter... black fire to quell.
Ashes of broken dreams fly upward ...in courage... ringing hope's bell.
I rise up from the dazed and blind torment... of my long,
lonely, and unbearable... Hell!
by steven masone
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