The Awakening

Something flows wildly through the barricades and into my soul,
Down it crawls creating a tingling in my toes
I reach inside to pull it out
Colors that betray spew from the depth of my hand;
Green, black, blue, and red
All of which hold sins that we have bred
They carve a curse within one's heart,
Like a thin blade cutting into a stone
The morals, the promises, have gone away
Sins come and go like the colors that betray

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem