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Poetry By: the Lame One

Tags: The, Torch, Of, Tomorrow

A study of the limit of man's leaning towards the hope that emanates from within but comes from without

Submitted:Feb 18, 2007    Reads: 200    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Eyes cast upwards, towards ashen clouds

Through deeper blue and beyond

To the inky darkness of heaven gate

In waitful anticipation do we for reprieve

Longing lustfully for that much needed succor

Would it come now? Can we see it come?

The strength of answers fails us again

Throbbing pain emanates off our knelling knee

In loud shrieks of protest do our bones bark

Reminding us of the fragile fresh we are

To give up seems an easier option

For death, is said to rest all turmoil

On, for dear ones sakes, do continue

Retracing paths not long before taken

Seeking for that little detail maybe overlooked

Hoping now to make it work for morrow's sake

Bragging about brawns and brains daily

Asking vainly why we die in plenteous midst

Alas, a path opens up in future near

As the bearer of tidings good draws fourth

Our weather beaten face creases in wrinkly smiles

For the torch of tomorrow marks our path


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