Tuesday, February 16, 2010

HOPE

Creation groans
Nature moans
In the agony
In the wait to see
Freedom.

Its broken melody
The song off-key
Tells of the pain
Tells of the stain
Of death.

Lost in the madness
To quiet the sadness
Of the hollow ache
We can not shake
This pain.

Reduced to our manhood
By our sides he stood
Pierced by our hate
He shattered hell's gate
For ever.

1 comment:

Lost Narnian said...

These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.