The Darkness Of My World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Darkness Of My World



Now the sun is falling on me
Alone in the world,
The faithful hounds at
My feet;
100 horses grazing is
My neighborhood
At 8,000 feet.

The shadows slip like
A woman's dress from
Her pining shoulders
As a cunning Indian slips
That much closer to
Steal what
My father borrowed from him.

There's a wound on my face
That will not heal,
But the woman will come
Again-
Who she is I will not
Say,
But if I close my eyes
Then you will see
Her smiling brilliancy
In the darkness of my world.

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Robert Rorabeck

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