Burn for Peace

The best thing about this poetry is probably it's title :(

Softly shifting clouds weep

Of trying times we could not meet

The challenges of.

 

Sometimes we try

and fail

to succeed. 

 

Sometimes we prevail

only to learn

horrible things.

 

Horrible things that we should

,And could,

Have prevented.

 

Someitmes we need to learn to love agian

Before we can begin

To forgive,

 

Those of us who have damaged

us, hurt us; but we managed

To survive.

 

Survive their threats; their

Torture; our pain where

We wanted to die.

 

We lived, we prevailed - survived,

and hurt.  We burned, we cried

for peace.

Author's Note

I think it's okay-ish after the first two stanzas. It needs some work, but your comments as of now?