Raging

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  • Sadness

    Raging

    Come raging down from the gates of Hell,
    Come move this too long silent bell.
    Remove this deep darkness in my soul,
    Change the blackness make me whole.
    The evil in this world turns daylight black,
    Then we work too hard to turn it back.
    What came from years of anger and hate,
    Turns one's life to a self-prophesized fate
    Making a life of drudgery from one of mirth,
    Deliver me from this too-long-a dearth.
    Please give me a life of joy and health,
    With mental balance as unfettered wealth.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Liam’s Poems (3)

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