Hopeful Poet

I am truly not pleased with the state of our Country. The amount of hate that exist daily. It hurts my heart for my Children. I used to want to save the world as a Hopeful Poet.

Hurricanes recreate the path of slave ships

Stirring the very water they once traveled

Still, the fury these storms create is minimal

To that of what we have unraveled

Most days, I am truly baffled

At the lack of substance making sense

The generation of sold souls

Selling gold for mere cents

I refuse this aphotic world

Along with everything it stands for

I have beautiful children to raise

For them, I want so much more

I used to dream of saving it all

With age I have come to learn

You can’t force destiny

At some point you have to let it burn

Let it rise into the atmosphere

Smoking the skies with what could have been

Giving birth to the next hopeful Poet

As the circle of life begins, again…

Reviews

[Rye]

WOW! I really like this, intriguing and interesting. Very well written

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Hope - that feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the better, under the right circumstances! You have presented a poignant piece highlighted the lack of righteousness required to put right the wrongs! Sometimes you have to destroy to rebuild ... great share my friend ... :-)

[Earl Smith]

Thank you very much. I appreciate the time and response.

[Anthony Dowd]

Celebrate the cycles, I feel that. As soon as you see the patterns everything makes more sense. Also, you used a word I didn't know, now I must Google 'aphotic' it sounds so cool!

[Earl Smith]

Thanks Anthony. Aphotic means to be without light. Basically "dark" I love the word.