Inspira
Ink may with words
Not paint richly thine
Scars still feeding
Painfully on thy joy
Is it not from thine storm
Raging within that thou wilt hear the waves call
Aloud to
Thee to lord over fear?
Is it not
On this sinking ground the
Nations will
Ask enthralled, " Do gods now
Live amongst men?"
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
