Hatred! ...
Doubt may be a poor encouragement to do anything, but it is a bad reason for doing nothing,
Oh daughter of hatred.
They have broken me,
Because I was being sincere to your chaos.
Gnawed on my innocence to the depths of my soul
What is my soul made of?
I have done nothing but love willingly
Yet here I lie in turmoil covered in with a stench of sorrow
Oh blessed daughter
Avenge us
We are weak in our voices
But our strength resides in your spirit..
Re: 'Yet here I lie in turmoil covered in with a stench of sorrow', I would delete either 'in' or 'with'. I think it was an oversight on your part. I don't always catch MY mistakes. bri : )
Ha! PH let me leave comments elsewhere for this poem; THAT was odd. Here (on the 'normal' page for comments) I DO see stars.
" Avenge us /We are weak in our voices /But our strength resides in your spirit."powerful poem
Read your poem once or twice more, tell me you have, and I might read it again and comment more. Welcome to PH 'new poet'. : ) bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So, is 'doubt' the daughter of hatred? ? This poem is not very clear to me. I see you started to follow me. Where is my ice cream? : )