A Nations Soul Bleeds
A Nation's Soul Bleeds
By: Tom Wright
11/7/01
Neath her fury,
was a soul cloaked in temporary jubilation.
'Mongst minds eye, came notions of revenge.
Whilst chill of night haunts her soul,
days are spent parting cobwebs, trying to validate life.
She envisions life as no more
than hyssop colored grass yielding liquid prisms.
Whilst pondering her haunting mystery
there came an inversion of herself,
ascending a timeless rope, into an abysmal pit.
The domain of nocturnal nations
whose spirits are in states of distress,
and there shall be gnashing of teeth.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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