It Tolls For Thee
Never my
friend
Not even
a foe
Death like
a wind
That blows
through my soul
Always it
hovers
Forever
on hold
Waiting in
silence
The bell’s
— final toll
**
Rising Inherent
Your fight’s
not with me
Your fight’s
with the truth
That stands
in defiance
To what you
might choose
It knows
of no allies
But enemies
plain
And rises
inherent
Itself
— to proclaim
**
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.
