Stephen Martin II

Rookie (10-14-1981 / Baltimore)

Hope - Poem by Stephen Martin II

What is this emotion
that I have no right to feel?

With all the dead and dying
hope seems to be surreal.

As I look for God in heaven
death's reality in the streets.

I bow my head so sadly,
I stare down at my feet.

I pray for the dead and dying.
I pray to god they've gone or 'll go.

The God that I've long doubted,
now seems to give me hope.

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  • Brian Dorn (11/2/2006 11:51:00 AM)

    Complex in its simplicity... good write, Stephen!
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 28, 2006

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