405
It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness—
I'm so accustomed to my Fate—
Perhaps the Other—Peace—
Would interrupt the Dark—
And crowd the little Room—
Too scant—by Cubits—to contain
The Sacrament—of Him—
I am not used to Hope—
It might intrude upon—
Its sweet parade—blaspheme the place—
Ordained to Suffering—
It might be easier
To fail—with Land in Sight—
Than gain—My Blue Peninsula—
To perish—of Delight—
Leave a guest comment (subject to review)
Comments
-
Oh my gosh I absolutely LOVE this piece... and I ABSOLUTELY understand how she's feeling... I am sort of an Emily myself... being such an introvert, it is MUCH lonlier in a crown than alone inside... if hope were to squeeze into her tiny life, she wouldn't want it to intrude upon her fate... it is easier to fail the way she is use to than to risk GREATER disappointment but the unfamiliar happiness...
I LOVE EMILY!
Stephi
Adding your comment:
