The Fate of Our World

The Fate of Our World

A Poem by Dawn Jones

Bound in chains of insecurity, 
A child with a broken heart. 
Judge me not by what you see, 
I only play a part.

The hands of fate have spoken,
The Earth their voice ignites. 
A rising fall the token,
Of a dying dreamer’s plight.

A pound of flesh they seek,
The blood of heartless fools.
The sinners speak not for the weak,
But for their own lost souls.

I stand before you now,
A heart of tarnished gold.
Speaking all the truth endowed,
Upon me by the old.

There is a greater Power there,
Just beyond our reach.
But most would rather sit and stare,
Into the darkness of the breach.

You accuse the ones around you,
Refusing to accept the blame.
But none of that will get you through,
The burning of the flames.

Is it fear that keeps us silent,
Our eyes averted from the crimes?
Atrocious acts of violence,
As we fall toward the ending times.

Can a single voice be heard,
Over the screaming of the world,
Or will each word be blurred,
As our fate unfurls?

© 2011 Dawn Jones


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This is the loveliest thing I've read in a while. As I allowed the words to sink in, a melody flowed over me and I believe that it stay with me awhile. There is something haunting in your words.

I'm filled with visions of Angels. Not the nice little Cherub-y types you see on postcards, or the kind types in most films. We're talkin' the Old School, avenging angels that folks are right to fear...

The flow of this piece works well for me. It lends itself to the way my imagination works. The language is spotless and the emotional content is exquisite. I love it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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You accuse the ones around you,
Refusing to accept the blame.
But none of that will get you through,
The burning of the flames.

This is a powerful anthem and I am not surprised by the power in your voice here. The lines above are perfect for a world where everyone is looking for someone else to blame and no one owns anything...I love this.

xxoxx

Posted 10 Years Ago


Or will each word be blurred,
As our fate unfurls?
this is an eloquent, anthemic write. Well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This was amazing!! I love so many parts of this that it's safe to say that I'm in love with it. This is going in my library!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I ruly like this it is simple beauty nice cadence

Posted 13 Years Ago


Dawn, I have missed your writing! I am so glad you requested me to read this! I often don't have time to go to my favorite pages! Okay, this was something that put my world into perspective! I agree with NightShade, about the angels, I can see that happening because we(as a human race) beg and plead and do nothing to secure of fate! This really makes my mind wander! Great! Thanks for sharing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is the loveliest thing I've read in a while. As I allowed the words to sink in, a melody flowed over me and I believe that it stay with me awhile. There is something haunting in your words.

I'm filled with visions of Angels. Not the nice little Cherub-y types you see on postcards, or the kind types in most films. We're talkin' the Old School, avenging angels that folks are right to fear...

The flow of this piece works well for me. It lends itself to the way my imagination works. The language is spotless and the emotional content is exquisite. I love it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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