by Shinobi   Jun 7, 2010

Collapsing all around a forsaken shrine for power
Waves of tranquility spread through the sacred home
Heart beats fast and steady, awaiting the hour
For the moment of salvation, forever we will roam

Crossing seas of sand, and deserts crimson blood
Black sun rises, yet destruction and gore await
Maliciously falling, stained by sweat and mud
Losing hope, for this endless battle is my fate

Clasping for freedom, striving for hope and peace
When all along the way life loses it's taste and sound
Hanging by the edge, but no ache seems to decrease
Once again lost my soul, ever since was never found

Who'll save a soul such puny and weak
Who'll rise and tell his tale of an end
For these long months, with a pain so thick
Are a losing battle, in which I only defend

Hope spoke it's words again, as I stand
Of a nameless Savior, glorious and strong
He'll stand by my side, and will understand
Finally the one I have been waiting for, so long

Holding my hand and revealing his true kind
No longer shall I fight for a bitter fate
Mending my scars, healing my wounded mind
My Savior, together a new life we shall create


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  • 9 years ago

    by Nelle

    I really liked reading this. Some parts seemed a little forced, while other parts flowed great. You got your point across and it turned out wonderfully. A little confused on what the actual meaning is, as I took it a couple different ways. But overall, it was really good. Great job. :)

  • 9 years ago

    by Danielle

    It was a pretty good poem. However, it felt forced and like it was kind of all over the place. The flow was pretty good though. Try re-reading it and see if there is a thing or 2 you could change. 4/5