Gift of DesperationA Poem by Steve87All the time trapped in a never ending cycle never knowing when it would end. I wake up and realize that I can share my love with the world everyday and make a difference. I am free.Line too thin I can't see the road, bright lights ahead, time to unload Sit as I wait my terminal expired, the gate always open, souls I admired Electric in the air, the breeze its calling, waves strike me down, castles are falling Seeping and weeping veins they expand, mountains around me, no room to land Vows to make calm fierce tides of late, darkness enthralls me, leading to fate No sword in hand fighting unarmed alone, prayers like snowflakes, leading me home High above the clouds in a smoky infusion, relief washes over me, no more confusion Dove soaring by me Greek goddess in sight, Angels watching over this phantom of light. . © 2014 Steve87Reviews
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7 Reviews Added on December 28, 2014 Last Updated on December 28, 2014 AuthorSteve87franklin, TNAbouti am 27 and live in a nice home in Tennessee. Recently relocated. Love movies and sports. Writings gives me hope and new ideas and love to share. more..Writing
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