Friday, May 4, 2007

A Poem Of Many Slant Rhymes

A Life of Circumstance

Broken arrows on the floor
Awoken shadows upon the door
Hollow lies soar the skies
Swallowed pride roars to rise

Whipping winds slave to divide
Gripping sins crave my demise
Latent tears inspire true rage
Patient fears conspire to cage

Oh, these ocean waves never cease
Though, devotion saves severed peace
Hoping faith will sing, though thirsty
Groping grace will cling to mercy

1 comment:

William Lecorchick said...

Here's a comment for your blog
Tia has too many dogs
Stepping on the floor, it's wet
Pee and Poo on the carpet