Cycles
cycles of pitiful emotions
do we know the minds of the hurt and lost
euphoric melancholy for some
a look into the minds of the so called brave
is it criminal or insanity
the broken arrow that wields the bondage of the meek
couragous is none
cross the borders of weekness
and weild your own sword
cut the cord that binds you
and follow none but thy own heart and soal
find your heirophant
Copyright © Christina Batten | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment