“…Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night…”

from Auguries of Innocence by William Blake

A mission
An existence in vain
The bottom never deep enough
Always more of it
An enormous gap swallows in greed

Eyes in wait
No light from the opening above
One hole
One promise of the eternal silence

Why now
We thought we reached the doorway
The entrance
A saviour
A leader out of the dark

Why now
Only one step away
All the chains seemed to be down
The freedom seemed to smile
offering the food for this hunger
A crumb of hope

But the night is said to be endless
We are given no time


© Eclipse 2008 – 2011

Image: Statue of mourning woman
by dreamstime.com

Shared on May Challenge

~ by Eclipse on May 6, 2011.

8 Responses to “*Diagnosis*”

  1. whew yeah you captured the feel….nicely done….

    fyi on mine….they took a couple places off but determined them to be non cancerous….whew

  2. a very touching poem. there is morning to every night, and even in night there is light of heavens and our own souls.


  3. http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

  4. mmm, much to think about here. I like that! hugs, pat

  5. Enjoyed this Eclipse.

  6. This is so very lovely.



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