A deadful dread – to see someone else living my dream. What else could be greater torture? To live alone is time of silence, To live in pain is intimacy with perseverance, To live in darkness is hope of light. But to have lived in fear… Is to have wielded a shield of selfishness, …
Category: Poems
Rogue Deserter
Thereupon a midnight shore came riding a man in silver mail. From where he had come, none could say, But all the camp looked to bay. There the rider failed to speak a welcome, but shimmered like a sunlit sail. For what was his purpose, few could wonder, But all the gossip rose in …
Cliffs
Here I stand on the cliff of the ocean. Below me is the crumbling limestone leading down and down for leagues to the roaring deep waters below. They crash and they spray Up the face of the cliff and into mine. The cliffs extend for what seems like forever along the coast. For what …
B.L. Abernathy 