Unity Poem by LOST PRINCESS

UNITY

Her face is askew with the bleak black tears of sorrow.
Something dismal cuts her deep within her sweet heart
She doth not knoweth what tomorrow’s black sunshine shall bring.
She believes she shall stand ALONE forever.
She only knoweth that she doth dread,
To wish for revenge and grieve for others and
To sadly gaze upon the Face of the Dead.
Almost like finding out in a sick play that the devil turns out to be God,
Her life is a tragedy that wilt surprise us all.
O! Only if we all knew what that dreadful day means to Her.

My face is askew with her bleak black tears of sorrow.
The fate of this country cuts me deep within my heart
Tomorrow’s light is always dim, while the morbid past makes us predict The morbid future.
I shall always know at least half of what tomorrow’s black Sunshine Wilt Reveal.
Presently, I seem to stand alone in the chilling stillness.
I wilt eventually stand with someone that wilt offer me their Warm and Inviting coat to comfort me in the world so cold and Lonely.
I wilt not always stand ALONE in this darkness
O! I wilt not allow my heart to speak alone!

What doth that dreadful day meaneth to her?
When she was robb’d of sweet unity
When she was robb’d of lovely liberty
Without me needing to elaborate,
Most mature souls mote understand what happen’d on the afternoon of Nine Eleven
So, if it not cause dilemma within all of her hearts,
Let me warp right to the core of the problem.
Grieving souls of her country reflect upon the tragedy…
With tears replacing the twinkles in their sadden’d eyes.
O! Her grieving souls!
ALONE I shall journey into her heart.
And maketh her states become one.
ALONE I must venture into the darkness of the other side of this world
And, if it shall be God’s will, I shall leadeth them as well as her states Into Everlasting light.
Only then, I shall knoweth the true reality of this matter that haunts The World around me.
Presently, She is stuck without sweet unity.

What mote that dreadful day mean to her?
What doth it mean to her country that hath recently turn’d to dust?
Sweet Security, Calming Comforts, Lovely Liberty, Easy Economy
Hath VANISHED by the works of the evil magician.
If thy focuses deep into her sadden’d eyes, Thy realizes that
She must thole the everyday horror of wanting sweet revenge.
She must live her life knowing that she hath been deceived
And live only to yearn for new life and new beginning
Like the magician’s caddish pull-the-devil-out-of-the-hat trick, only to Reveal the rantipole devil emerging from the hellish hat
Sadly replacing the calm bunny and the way things art suppos’d to be.
O! Hath they robb’d her! O! They hath ripp’d the countless hearts and Souls to pieces!
O! She hath been depriv’d of sweet unity!

Day by day, she cries sitting on the lonely sidewalk on which I standeth.
Day by Day, I hear her sweetly whisper to God, needing a friend.
Now, I hath realiz’d… that she hath no friends. Until today.
I wilt be that friend to guide her into everlasting light.
I wilt be that friend to draw her out of the lonesome hallway of darkness.
Now I hath realiz’d that darkness is not as eternal or as everlasting as The light God’s followers possess in their hearts.
I want to finally make that stand and show her the everlasting light.
A Common Weakness exist’d among the two of us:
That We stood ALONE…but now We all shall stand forever in UNITY.


Brittany Lay