Fear Shall Fear no More.A Poem by Bridget Murphy
Flowers entangled in the withering vine,
Lost in sight and mind,
Spoiled grapes make the wine,
Of the man who holds the sign.
Broken hearts sewn with sighs,
Curse the black of the skies,
Happiness is the servent of the lies,
Told by the man with the serpent eyes.
Life is born of tears,
Immortal of time, without fear,
Through the wind can you hear,
The words of he man with the hateful stare?
In my words can you see,
Hope, for hope needs to be,
And in that fiery sea,
Sit's the man after you and me.
© 2012 Bridget Murphy
Added on March 15, 2012
Last Updated on March 20, 2012
AboutI'm now a sophomore in High School, I love good literature, and I enjoy listening to music, all the time. I am a Traditional Roman Catholic and I am pro-life. Right now my dream is to travel to Irelan.. more..
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