If you would dig deep enough
You’d see letters etched in stone,
Emblazoned there in granite grey
That speak your name alone.
Chiselled out inside of me
In the fabric of my soul,
Is your name recorded
Close to this heart you stole.
Unashamed, I weep before you
As my naked pain flies free,
It’s still there and it’s still breathing
On the other side of me.
No longer there inside my head,
Thoughts recited out aloud.
It used to feel oppressive,
Hearing the voices of the crowd.
But now the flame of agony –
Those crackling fires of pain,
Have all been doused and dampened down
By the sweet refreshing rain
That pours down from these eyes of mine.
Cascades in torrents, so I learn
That most important truth to me,
Sometimes the sting ignites the burn.
© Daryl P. Hall
Excerpt from the book “Lifelines for the Soul”
About the Author
Daryl P. Hall was born in 1963 in the historic city of Worcester, United Kingdom. He always had a love for words, especially the written word; as a youngster he devoured books. He started writing poetry and lyrics in his mid-teens, as an expression of his sensitive soul.
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