At The Gate, a poem by Glynn Sinclare at Spillwords.com
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At The Gate

At The Gate

written by: Glynn Sinclare

@chitanclare

 

Assume not I am so dark,
with shadow deep
and muddy pools.
Some light shines.

In the wandering of my days,
compassion filled my soul,
to see one in need,
to love my fellow man.

From my right path,
I have sometime strayed.
But the bonds of love
have pulled me back.

Dwell not,
in the memory of my decline.
But raise me up,
to live once again in light.

In dotage my mind wanders.
Dwell not my memory
In sad reflection,
of wrongs I have done.

Travel onward towards the light
One step forward.
For know you not my soul,
No dark spirit am I.

Glynn Sinclare

Glynn Sinclare

I am a Limerick Author poet. I have written three books in three years. For me I am rewarded with the achievement of holding these books in my hand. The Emigrants 2017, Poetics Book of 100 poems 2018 and Poetics Book of Poems Volume 2 released September 2019. I write under the pen name Glynn Sinclare AKA Clare Glynn Chitan. My poetry has been read on several audio poetry radio shows of American poet Tamara Miles “Where the light must fall” Broadcast by Spiritplants Radio and Alan Johnson “The World Comes to you”.
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