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Benighted

The words on a wind whisper in

Voices familiar herein

Of family, friends and of home

Who trouble the blood and the bone

These companions lay siege uninvited

Here I lay

Benighted


In this silent isolation

Save a groan of grand frustration

These dim and dismal events

Sweep through this heart in descent

Blackened by loss and by grief

But clinging to threadbare belief

The sparks of renewal ignited

Half crushed am I

Benighted


This restlessness holds through the night

Save only the moon and it’s wavering light

Precluding the peace that I seek

Invading my time on this peak

Forgiveness, the Dawn now provided

Arising am I

Not benighted



Martin Wardley 23rd Mar 2022

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