Endless words
upon a page
leave one to live
in endless rage.
My madness dark
around me grins
and deeper I fall
while the world still spins.
Oh, will this dark silent
and stifled air
lift its black face
from the world left bare
And show my son
that his mother’s smile
in fear and faith
is still worthwhile.
Healing, Inspiration, Literature, poetry, Renewal of spirit
August 1981