At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
Friday, 29 August 2025
Apology - Poems of Despair
Poems of Despair
You took my burden from an early age on your young shoulders.
The Jewish minstrel, keeper of all words blue, broke your child's heart.
I had no words of hope to give you. My darkness, your cross.
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