Jun 15 2013

The Poor Man

Published by at 5:31 am under Heartbreak Poems

Redouble thine efforts! Restrengthen thy will!
Bestride upon hours that never hold still.
A quest not of vengeance but only of faith;
a broken heart’s spirit – a phantom, a wraith.

Hath thou been taken beyond bleeding walls?
To fight for thine country, to know duty calls,
to pillage and plunder and rape and despise –
to find that thine own soul has sickened of lies…

Unsaid of thy weakness (unspoken in truth)
was hurtful destruction and no quest for proof.
Thy life hath been emptied of envy and spite
And cleaned out these horrors. And lost any sight.

Hope for the poor man and weep at his will
to stride upon hours that never hold still.
A quest not of vengeance but sought, still, apart;
Redouble thine efforts to heal broken hearts.

This post was submitted by pixie.

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