Samuel Taylor ColeridgeA Poem by Duncan Brown
The leaden cloak of his sorrowful pain Is
measured in tears like driving rain Beating
on the heart of experience Searching
for the self’s deliverance From
the consequence of his ignorance Anchoring
his soul to action’s past The
present crucified upon his heart Conscience writ upon a mirror
image A reservoir of guilt haunting
his step Casting shadows on his
shallow soul Traduced by chance and
circumstance Invading his dreams with silent
terror Water drowning heartache in
his song Wandering upon waves of
contrition Crashing
on the shoreline of neglect Brimming
with remorse ridden regret The
wine of benediction in his thought Seeking
his redemption from the crime His immortal grace is the
Ancient Rime. © 2016 Duncan Brown |
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