THE ASH OF REVIVAL NIGHT
As my brain washes the blossoms
My night kindled the portion
Negating the demise of dawn
On a night walk to the towns
In a neighborhood
As my eyes predicted the coming mists
My lips spoke of the hidden gists
About yesterday's hope in vain
On the bereaving ash of pain
Battling my self-peace
My country yard grows wild grapes
And their story's born from the Apes
As I least tell my soul the assuage
To extinct my fear through the passage
Of evil shrines
How do I keep me in peace?
And fear not any hurting piece
Of injustice. Apprenticed to love
Mediating inner freedom like a dove
Sent as sign of revival
How will I wake up grace
To hold my hope in blaze
So that my feeling can crown
Kingship, fragrance, and fury clown
To own this Earth as written.
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.