Three Souls till Dawn

©August 31th, 2021, Olan L. Smith

Disappoint me my rock, my steady guide,

With a stroke of a finger I am gone,

Turn your face and expunge my inner pride―

Child of mind, hope of life, my spawn.

Three souls till dawn, remnants were sown,

Of what breath stood in the sun's hunger, had desire

Shone on my countenance, your warmth honed

Has scorched, strewn my ashes within the pyre.

Alas, I'm alone deprived of you, the last of three faiths

Progenitors of life's courage, I've consumed too much

Time in your existence, therefore my personal wraiths;

Have carry my pride to the end of the lash, inasmuch

I've tied a knot at the end of my line to keep

Unraveled. With outstretched hand I will grasp,

And spinning, I will crawl to hindmost dust heap

To do it again, and with humility, unclasp.

A/N: "Three Souls till Dawn" is a four quatrain poem with a rhyme scheme of, ABAB, CDCD, EFEF, and GHGH.