Those dark clouds casting shadows on a woeful weary hearts.

The cries of our children lay dormant curing the dark.

The ice sickles in the penetrating currents that we flee.

The oceans tides rising beneath us the casualties! must it be.

Now speak of your sorrows then fear thy pending dread.

The leeching ground waters were contaminates will spread.

Hope! is the candle fighting naked against a gusty wind.

Here I stand where it ends now! the bleeding for my sins.


Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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