Ode On The Death Of Her Husband, King Francis Ii

Poem By Mary Stuart

As I wander down the lonely road of life
I wonder why all I've ever had
Is a truck load of strife

Why is it that I no longer see
In this long dark tunnel
A light head of me

Should I try to save what's left of me
When I know that Satan
Senses an early victory

Who chose this path that I tread
Every fight has been fought and lost
Every word has been said, without avail
It's all over now.

Comments about Ode On The Death Of Her Husband, King Francis Ii

Wonderful poem with tinge of sadness.Congratulations Marilyn for being member of the day Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Startling and compelling in its clarity, this poem is a powerful reminder that the journey of life has many different stretches through which we all must pass, some so exceedingly more difficult than others. Sometimes the loneliness and seeming hopelessness of our current bend in the road makes us question the value of the journey as a whole. I congratulate your willingness to share the depth of the emotion you were experiencing here, and the powerful beauty with which you expressed it. I, too, have traveled this particular stretch of road. I, too, remember the pain and loneliness. Through the beauty of your words, your heart speaks to many hearts. We look forward to more of your writing, Marilyn, as you unflinchingly share with us the beauty of your journey- the dark, shadowy places, as well as the rosy, sunlit stretches. Well done, Marilyn.
Nicely written poem, in a inspiring way the poet posed some interesting questions, I liked it, .....
Nicely written poem, in a inspiring way the poet posed some interesting questions, I liked it, .
Poet's cleverness to portrait the defeated metal state in real form has to be acknowledged and appreciated. This clearly shows how talented MS is as a poet and I am sure she has the power as well to make others thinking. Let's have more of similar types from you. Thanks Mrilyn for sharing a wonderful poem with us.


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Do not think it strange or rare.
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Verses Written In Her Book Of Hours - 8

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That my love and faith are due,
My guardian angel, give to me
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