A Time For Hope
I am not what is seen
I hold in the deeper things
My heart holds his strong lock and key
And pitiful regret chiefly sings.
The sun is yet to be realized
And the moon is only a shadow
I am what night constructs
In the stolen hope of a broken tomorrow.
I fight and I toss into calamity
Realized emotions that go untamed
My soul sown together in ugly fashion
And left unnamed.
What is all of this for?
With only empty worth
I look into the torn open sky
For new idea’s birth.
I will strongly await my delivery of peace
And I may learn how to be scrupulous.
The risk upon an independent prayer
Does so yield a soul renewed and victorious.
Copyright © Shane Brown | Year Posted 2011
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