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Endeavour the gracious night

Endeavour the sunlit skies

Breath into the chest

The sorrows of yesterday’s misfortunes

O heart you beat to a rhythm of a dead mans song

Only to finish with a symphony of hope,

O masters

Architects

Gods of great Hope

You gloat at

A young mans misfortunes

Success in numbers

But the young mans

Inspirations you clot,

  • Author: kasap89 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 4th, 2016 20:39
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 35
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME KASA ~ Thanks for your first poem ! Love the modern "free verse" structure which gives it dynamism and flow ! All our yesterdays are replete with misfortunes but (while we live) we all have HOPE ! Your poem suggests that those who should be supportive not only gloat at our misfortunes but also "clot" our inspirations ? Perhaps this is always so ? I'm only 33 not yet old enough to be a Master or Architect and certainly not a GOD ! Thanks for sharing ~ more please. Yours BRIAN Please check my latest poem PENELOPE ~ Thanks B

    • kasap89

      Wow thank you for your comment I really appreciate it, I am 27 but wow 33 is my number I see it everywhere. Very strange that my first comment would be regarding this number.. I wrote this poem after feeling desperation from life's trials sometimes it seems that no matter how hard you try some things aren't meant to be... Bless you

    • Jeff

      Great poem...awesome use of words

      • kasap89

        Thank you I'm grateful



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