For Holy art thou
These trying times...of obeying the heart and catering the soul
have left the masses tired and depleted of valor
where is the relief that is promised
where is the hope's....justification?
When the layers smother us in the depths of sorrow
we grow stronger
tear the child from the womb and throw him unto a new world
this world...will not be like that or our own
Faith will carry him
honor will define him
and the hopeless masses watch on in jealousy
The hurt will be done to him...from those that would break him down
the pain....will just make him that much more resolved
killing off the feelings of pain...with those of happiness
he is a true innocent.
yet, will this last
will the compost heap of evil devour that which he would uphold?
granted...they are many...and he is few...
light knows not the stuggles of opposition
It just carries on.
We...must carry on as well.
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Your poems say so much!! just like your poems your a work of art.
I love the meaning behind this poem.. heart