Of The BlueA Poem by KestrovaHow does something so ethereal find itself in the hearts of beasts? But it's a symbol of hope, of change; It's something they hold on to, clutching the words of a mad priest And a woman too determined to let go. They trapped themselves in paradise by destroying the peace And condemning the very freedom they scream for, As the tides of anger and hatred rise up, they increase The animosity by felling the social structure. How does something so beautiful trigger the darkest of actions, To hide away their savior in a prison, in a box? Their symbol of hope only serves as their own fatal distraction, Adorning her walls and mocking the many locks That keep their savior in a state of hatred. She's growing armor on the inside, within her broken heart The way the followers attempt to, but she's sacred. Only look upon this being, let her remind you of your part And that imago will not be wasted. © 2012 KestrovaFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on May 23, 2011 Last Updated on July 25, 2012 AuthorKestrovaCanadaAboutBeneath the stars, I write and compose; Entangling myself within words and notes that make up every piece of me. more..Writing
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