Hope is the dream of fallen leaves
Tornadic winds snaps the buds of May
To witness the last hour of my breath
Spring love gives up its tender soul.
A sickness that no one speaks its name
From fear of more pain tormenting the fallen
As they lay in bed suffering from its swells
No soul or body should bear such calamity
When Gods ears silent to prayers from the heart
And dreams shutter the spine of youth
No parent is capable to deliver to the grave
The breath they birthed after their own
Left behind saddened hearts where justice is flawed
Love cycle interrupted when the devil becomes God.
April 14th 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014
Hope is the dream of fallen leaves. This line resonates in my mind, it is a truth of life. When we too fall into guilt, our hope is that we will be forgiven. If we continue to sin, throughout our lives, the only God we know, will not be seen for we will have replaced Him with the devil. Such an intense poem, hits your mind like an arrow hitting a bull's eye! Fantastic message! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'd use bear instead of bare. thanks for sharing. bri :)