The Poets' Song

This is your song

For the poets

Locked away in their prison of contrition.

Piecing together their emotions

From fragments of broken memories.

You can try to sleep on the edge of the earth

And bury my voice in the ground.

But we won’t give in without a fight.

This is your line

For the preachers.

The uncontrolled

And the false-hearted pastors.

Confirming

Our convictions

From pages of misread melodies.

Though the beat of out of our hearts

May be out of time

As we push against the odds...

But you will see our triumphs soon.

One day you’ll have to let us go!

Even if you disbelieve what you know!

Your sharpest words have cut my life!

I feared so much to be on my own!

The truth was there but, it was cast aside!

I feared so much to be exposed!

You can try to sleep on the edge of the earth

And bury my voice in the ground.

But we won’t give in without a fight....

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A well written poem. Bravo......................

[AliceWithAButterflySoul]

You're beginning to use reputation appropriately. In this piece it was used just the right amount. It put emphasis on the whole idea of standing firm in the face of a challenge . This was a really good write. Keep up the good work young Jedi :)

[AliceWithAButterflySoul]

OMG repetition* dang auto correct