Tempest in the Tomb

A poem about spiritual rebirth. Even when we're at our lowest point, no matter how lost or broken, we still have a chance at being happy.

A solemn hush had led me astray

The furious sea that swept into June

And when the rains came down over the bay

Drizzled their tempest over the moon

Down to the place where I lay

On the night of the eternal womb.

The sweet flush of sunrise,

Near passed the gallows of sadness

Precludes an foreseen surprise:

A haunted midnight bloom

So you see, among and within the ravings of madness

A life within the tomb

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems

Reviews

[Deepwater]

well based on this one I think you came out of the tome nice poem

[Roger Turgeon]

I love the images you paint...made me wish I had written them. ( : O )

[Austin Fern]

Good poem. Great use of imagery to tell the message. The only thing I see wrong, beside some grammar stuff, is that the flow is a bit choppy in some areas, but holds good for the most part.

[Blogger]

This is real poetry I see. You are a hardworking, talent i see. Welcome aboard!

[Shawnna Burt]

thanks

[Delmar Cooper]

I take your meaning. It is in it's essence a simple thought. Do you want anything further? I see you want to disregard grammar, that is you don't want grammar suggestions.