(A Poem of Triumph Over Adversities)
(Acts 14: 22 / Ca.8: 6,7)
The Pain of A Thousand Cuts
The Shame of A Thousand Crawls
The Blame of A Thousand Faults
That Came To Mean: Nothing... Or All...
The Stain of Ten-Broken Trusts
The Claim of Ten-Broken 'Oughts
The Same Ten-Broken Pans That Scalds
Still Bathes Billions, Broken-Souls In Salts
The Aim of A Hundred-Hunts
The Game As The Hounded Calls
The Maim of A Million Assaults
... Lay Slain In The Hero's Halls...
The Fame of Ten-Thousand Exults
The Names of Ten-Thousand Exaults
When Vain Pride of Ten-Thousand Falls
... To Flames of Love's Fire-Walls...
The Strain of Countless Specs of Dust
Has Lain In Decades of Era's Exhaust
Sustained Over Ten-Thousand Broken Laws
Explained In Encryption of Ten-Thousand Vaults...
... She Sang Inscriptions Written On Ten-Thousand Walls
Written & Copyrighted ©: 5/7/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
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