cry for revival
If I haven’t used it well before,
is it still mine to give?
This troubled heart,
beaten and poor,
can it perhaps still live?
It isn’t golden, that is true,
and neither is it free,
but somehow could
it come to you,
the greatest place to be?
I’ve riddled through this much,
and though I have small say
in where it goes,
whom does it touch,
where it will be each day,
I hope and hope you’ll take me
and my poor dismantled core;
so maybe then
we can be free
and I can live once more.

Comments:
 
Conflicteddreamer   Conflicteddreamer wrote
on 10/20/2012 11:12:22 AM
No, thank you, moonrose.

Moonrose   Moonrose wrote
on 6/19/2009 12:07:10 PM
Thank you to all :)

jeremiah   jeremiah wrote
on 6/15/2009 4:42:15 PM
I loved it and the ideas it brings to mind

bbaker   bbaker wrote
on 6/9/2009 10:42:18 PM
Good ending...the last line is always crucial and you pulled it off.

WAN   WAN wrote
on 6/6/2009 9:05:59 AM
this poem is good as always:) Have a great day!

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