Ricky Bryant

Rebirth - Poem by Ricky Bryant

Storm clouds roll, a wind blows in.
Blackened soul, final sin.
Desert highway, dry cracked faith.
A schism grows, this darkened wraith.
A violent storm, wipes clean the earth.
With destruction, comes rebirth.
The clouds move on, the light can be seen.
The sins of our past, have been wiped clean.
Given a chance, to make it alright.
Our evil deeds replenished, in less then a night.
We wait on again, for that storm in our heart.
To wipe out our exploits, and bring a new start.
Till death comes a knockin', an we pay our dues.
This life of guilty pleasures, is ours to reuse.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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