Depth

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    Depth
    Henry Van Olviline ©
     
    I  wonder how it got this low?
    Seems like an eternity, taken a tow
    To this place of bleakness, sorrow and whim
    The agony of depth, as the light starts to dim
    One has to wonder, what have I done?
    Sins of a father, imposed on the son
    Ashes to ashes, may now I might rest
    The hell endured, life is yet a test
    Tears in the pillow, hoping to lie
    Footprints to that place, wanting to cry
    As I look at my son, the one I brought to
    I knew the darkness fades, light shines through

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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