to write, once more

Were it not for this resurrection
there would be no will to pick up yon pen.
Were it not for that temper, no spark
the tedious Obscure could rekindle.

Pardon is not for the weak to bestow;
magnanimity knows no better.
Pity can't fill the shoes of empathy nor
walk the bitter path from Sorrow's door.

Should there be found a kernel of truth
whence pledge and heart were founded,
There should a seed of conviction germinate,
from Silence, words would arise once more.



Frederick Kesner  
© 2022 Frederick Kesner



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Sat 2nd Jul 2022 09:49


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