The words on a wind whisper in
Voices familiar herein
Of family, friends and of home
Who trouble the blood and the bone
These companions lay siege uninvited
Here I lay
Benighted
In this silent isolation
Save a groan of grand frustration
These dim and dismal events
Sweep through this heart in descent
Blackened by loss and by grief
But clinging to threadbare belief
The sparks of renewal ignited
Half crushed am I
Benighted
This restlessness holds through the night
Save only the moon and it’s wavering light
Precluding the peace that I seek
Invading my time on this peak
Forgiveness, the Dawn now provided
Arising am I
Not benighted
Martin Wardley 23rd Mar 2022
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