Whole

Evil and Goodness stand hand in hand..

Falling despair

suffocating life within us

strangling the very heart of

what makes us whole

 

Ragged breathing

nothing seems right anymore

falling from ruined hands into

what makes us whole

 

Fire burning

all souls annihilated

none can stand up to

what makes us whole

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.

Reviews

[eglantine]

All good poetry should come from the heart :) My only suggestion, maybe try putting this poem into the past action tense... might make it more powerful