I slay sleep to plea to the dark sky
But the moon delivereth not my cry.
I stand still in shivers to plea to the stormy rain
But the tides have drowned my sorrows.
I crawl crazed with cuts to the burnt soil
But the earth decomposed my message.
I screamed my scorned secrets to the violent wind
But the breeze swayed away my echoes.
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HOPE
PoetrySometimes we pray to what we believe will answer us. Sometimes we put all our trust, hope and faith in our believe with no doubt and sometimes we are left broken with no hope for amendment, we are left in pain with no reason for our suffering, we ar...
