poetboy5454

The Cost

Broken and alone, left to find our own path

Amongst the cracked bones strewn across

Laughing haughtily, the oppressors let loose their wrath

Kindling and growing the wild flames of chaos

 

Forced into a corner,  now just subjects to our fate

Living through a nightmare, littered with forgotten dreams

Afraid to reach out into the unknown darkness so we wait

With nothing but a false hope, bowing our head to the regime

 

Chained down the Truth within a cage brimming of lies

Silence wrapping around the tongue that dares to try

For the rest, Terror grasps them exerting control

They've taken everything from us except our souls

 

As long as we have it, our hearts will never perish

Putting Destiny in our own hands, praying to it a wish

These rivers of blood, all stemming from the lost

With our unbreakable spirits, we will pay the cost

 

 

Comments1

  • Nicholas Browning

    We always pay the cost. This poem has a massive amount of potential. It's well done. Bravo.

    • poetboy5454

      Thank you very much!



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