Robin Lindh poetry

Insane? I was.
Not of sound mind? I was.
But today I am awake and of a good behaviour.
I love life and I am happy to be alive.
He is there, like a roaring lion, walking about
and looking for me to destroy me.
But I will resist him.
I will have a firm stance.
He has become weak as I was.
You, son of the morning, are cut down!
You, who did weaken a generation, is brought low;
even to the pit.
I will look upon you and say…
Is this what made the earth to tremble
and the cities to shake?
That tried to make the world a wilderness
and our young desolate?
You are weak!
You are nothing!
The curse has been broken and I am set free.

Robin Lindh

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