The great forsaking

My sight became prolific but still it is held in captivity,

And it will be until the asterisks unchain the rage of the storm.

On that day they will awake the heart of a child,

No cries full of vain will be heard.

Gilded misjudgment will be hooked by the hands of the truth,

And thrown beyond the great mountain of oblivion.

They will give us their valor to face the truth,

They will show us the darkness of the acts brought upon them.

We will feel the warmth of their cunning eyes,

We will embrace the bloom of poetry

And the great forsaking of vibrant halls. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe we will come back after we die as children.
Full of wisdom at the same time bearing that innocence....we wish we could get back as we age.
I often wonder if I would want to go back to grade school with the knowledge I have now.
Or if that would ruin it...Maybe it is better to be naïve and free to be full of reckless abandon.
j.

[R.A. Youngblood]

I also sometimes think of being younger with present knowledge, it's interesting to think what world would feel like but it's pretty pointless. I used to hate my naiveness, and now I miss it, and wouldn't want to actually disturb the process of growth, the gathering, I think that it would ruin it.

[Kim S.]

And thrown beyond the great mountain of oblivion.
They will give us their valor to face the truth,
They will show us the darkness of the acts brought upon them.

WOW, totally love this part, you are a wonderful writer.
I tend to draw to dark and emotional reads. This is really good

[Poetic Beauty]

The innocence of a child is an amazing thing but when it is lost darkness sets in.

[Chris]

Hi Rob... been awhile - Uni? How's life treating you? Future growing as hoped?

Chris

[R.A. Youngblood]

Yeah, it's been awhile. I had exams that month, now I'm starting to enjoy the summer. What about you? How are you?