Weak Spirits

Some edify us, some don't

“I, finally freed from my Sisyphean task of contorting “what is” for the sins of another.

Now silenced that jarring clamor, of a song I once thought so sweet, but just a sirens call.
Only the Furies crying, protecting the pain of a wounded soul, nothing true, nothing at all.

Weak spirits scream the loudest it would seem.
No courage, no strength, only a cry for others to esteem.

The storm approaches, no protection, no substance, no base from which to draw.
When trouble comes never look to them, their foundation is only straw.

If truth dare be spoken, lesser spirits, require their view to be so very small. A lens so constricted, light so directed that if the all the great submitted would be the end of us all.”

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Wow! I couldn't have said it any better!!! This write has me going crazy in California,
I am sure my neighbors think I'm a lunatic, I was just talking about this very thing.
I was telling my brother, I want to write a piece on a poets legacy,
and was explaining that I couldn't understand how some
poets would want to leave there negative and depressing work behind
for the kids and grand kids, all comes back to what this piece taps into!
Unbelievable piece, bravo!!! "Some edify us, some don't" PTL!!!!