Below is the poem entitled The First Woe which was written by poet
Broyles. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Hoping above all that I am that I will be heard.
Yet I know my words shall wilt and fall back into the ground
Screaming forth once again I urge
Though truth springs forth, gushing out from my lips rocks shall hinder them,
damming purity saying truth isn't so.
Pardon wickedness you say and let him therefore reign.
Though you know the utter darkness that is contained within him.
Yet you desire him over my light
I then bleed tears, crying with all my might.
When shall you understand that my love for you burns red hot.
Which shall cleanse you making you whiter than light.
I have arrived by thy own passion and by covering thy eyes I shall prosper.
You chose to close your mind and harden your heart. I then will laugh at thee
mocking your pain and agony.
The light of day has passed thee by, sighing and bleeding for you and you
refused it. You dared speak for me thinking you were strong.
You listened to fools thinking you were mightier than he
Ha I say, I care not for I know what you are.
I will then will blanket you and cover you in awe
You will think of me as a friend as I destroy thee
Your weapons shall be useless, for you have forgot how to use them
Remember you desired me and I care not for you
Ha again I say, ha and I shall not go away. I bring no peace, laughter or gain.
No silence is there just hunger and pain. Blood and death are my reward.
I thank thee for you hungered after me. I am darkness and I am here to play.