The sweat off the brow,
The ember that burns.
A truth that astounds,
To evil it turns.
The work and the glory,
Ablaze in the light.
Abridged wary story,
Of a dark starless knight.
The brink of starvation,
To fall, to not last.
Pulled to salvation,
Swept up in the past.
To love without hope,
These words that describe.
Hung high on a rope,
A pleasure denied.
The brazen sure grief,
Oh the moon cannot dream
A darkness not brief,
But a long, drawn-out scream.
Patience must wait,
And calm will abide.
The link to all hate,
Is The Aching Inside.
-livesoftball11
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I know, I know, this poem is like mega confusing, but to reassure you, I wrote it kind of like a prophecy in my book. So......yeah, thanks for reading:)
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