Amidst The Dark Storm
I Must Make It Through
A Cloud Looms Over
Like A Somber Gloom
Blowing Smoke In
Hues Of Gray And Blue
My Sweat And My Tears
My Blood Is Shed For You
And The Thankless Days
Are Numbered Too
A Cry of Help Is Met
With The Silence Of A Black Night
A Shout For Justice
Is Ironically Turned To Injustice Against You
When An Innocent Child
Who Only Wanted To Love
And Be Loved
Is Shunned
And The Cold Wind
And Rumbles Of Thunder
Sustain A Harsh World
That Could Never Understand
The Wonders Of A Simple Hug
~M.P.
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4 comments:
Love the poem. Keep writing & smiling.
Love always.
As long as a sensitive heart beats , aches and pangs will be there. Choice is to share it or hide it. Nevertheless,life goes on. Somber mood of this poem is deeply touching.
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