Death, You Do Not Win

The world has been unkind to me
yet there's no where, no where to flee.
I'll sit and take it if I must
for all return to earthly dust.

To cry will do no worldly good.
Defy with spirit, as I should.
A loss that cannot be replaced
yet life must once again be faced.

So here I sit and wonder how
to stop the gloom which eats me now.
Can it be slain with greater love
or only healed by God above?

Once, anger always worked for me
but now, this time decides to flee.
Yet I seek not its quick return
true folly that my Soul shall spurn!


Robert J. Lindley, 10-05-2014

Note : Contest
Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse III
You may select between Iambic tetrameter, pentameter, hexameter, heptameter (quatorzain), royal rhyme, blank verse and decapentasyllabic verse. Poems composed with different Iambic forms are accepted as well. Just specify the Iambic forms you have used, beneath the poem.

Form chosen , iambic tetrameter.

Copyright © 2016 Robert Lindley
I have been asked to donate this poem to be one of many in a poetry book. To give it as a charitable contribution for a one time use in that book.
I've done this twice before with others in religious charities causes but not so sure if I should continue to do so.
The poem has placed first in two different contests.
Advice anybody??