Where shadows haunt and taunt my sordid soul;
A grimaced tale of woe each face imparts.
Clouds overhead, I hear the thunder roll.
I turn my collar up to choke the wind
As rain now mixes with my tear-stained eyes.
Each lovely lie I told, I do rescind,
Although this does not soften love's demise.
But if your heart should have a change of mind
To suffer forgiveness for my own sake,
And if the Creator has thus designed,
Then from this hellish nightmare I shall wake.
To leave at last this shadowland of grief
And die with you in bliss beyond belief.
~ Candice James, 2011 ~
Candice James, born in 1948, is a Canadian poet.
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