Something old, like a sun
Brings a new life o us
Recovery from the old rock
Brought new understanding
and a new foe
Realizing their mistake
They took new approaches
To stop what had happened
But now the old brings another
New and this time
We did know
Though different in every way
It brought the same source
But brought last effect
We misunderstood its true purpose
It would have ended long ago
Our last hope
Our only hope
Pray it works maker
As it should or we will fall
As we did before
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Poetry Gripe
PoesiaWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
