A Poem Called Hope
Just a Little Something
Shivering in the coldest hearts
Of their vacant stares
How could they hope to grasp
The truth that isn't theirs
Alleviating the pain of a generation
Martyred under God
Sacrificed for sake of sun
Sanctified by rod
The cycles of the stars
That determine, in their power
Man's every waking moment
Until his final hour
All this despite that
Their own unwavering light
Is exhumed as dead
A burned out shadow oh so bright
An ending for beginning thoughts
That wind and weave
Through memory
Let them grieve
Illuminate what is worldly
Flaws will depart
And consume the prejudice
In a restless heart
About the Creator
Samuel Canerday
Just a small town author trying to fulfill his dreams of writing full time, and creating stories the whole world can enjoy
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