storms

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
After being hurt the worst possible way a man can be hurt after giving 12 years of his life to place his queen on a pedastle he found out tat he was alone in rightousness.....

Submitted: March 04, 2007

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STORMS

With my arms stretched out wide

Hands turned to fists on either side

As I look up to the sky -

Drops wash away my tears as I cry!

 

A tempest  rage inside as I fight,

& storms around me with all might.

The goodness of a rightteous heart

against a pure and whole new start.

 

Yet again I gave a chance

Only to look at an empty glance

Of her failure to succeed,

In doing the rightful deed!

 

Why doesn't she then appreciate?

As god gave her this fate-

Of a heart that is fair

Of a life that she now share

 

What will happen if I too choose?

Who will win and who will loose?

If I too join the hammock world,

And not do as the bible told.

 

I'ts cause one day their will be a great reunion

of those who know the true communion

and of those who only join the act

and so choose a wrongful pact!

 

It is a burden tha righteous share

A burden to show that we DO care.

For this storm will soon too clear

to show the sun as loves comes near!

 

Freeheart

 


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