OUT OF REACH
Imagine the power to gather the Gods grace that is your humble reward, your born impulse to share and you honorably direct it toward, disbelievers that lack grace and evil they no longer fight, you Summon, you yearn, plead their hearts fill with might, but sadly you acknowledge, it's an impossible plight. Cry not dear warrior who never will fear the grim reaper, some lost souls just stay lost, remember, each and all are their own keeper +
Bobby O
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Author:
Bobby O (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You try and try but they can’t hear or see or join for their own good. It’s a shame but it’s reality
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
The dog looks concerned!
It was his friends that wouldn’t take the help.
...'remember, each and all are their own keeper'
So true. You can talk until you're blue in the face, and some people will never 'hear' you.
Nice write!!
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