In this darkly pit
Despair hast made love to mine
Bones, a soul floating hopelessly,
Tired; ready to let go.
Though God reminded me
"Patience mine son"
Patience.
For there's hope afresh
The morrow; Jane, I'll
Forever loveth thee,
Now and always
Betwixt mine
Sorrows.
©Brandon Bagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
In this darkly pit
Despair hast made love to mine
Bones, a soul floating hopelessly,
Tired; ready to let go.
Though God reminded me
"Patience mine son"
Patience.
For there's hope afresh
The morrow; Jane, I'll
Forever loveth thee,
Now and always
Betwixt mine
Sorrows.
©Brandon Bagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Betwixt is between.
Hast is has.
Morrow is tomorrow.
Afresh- fresh or new.
Loveth is love
Mine is my
Thee is you
