Hey ho all! Sorry I haven't updated for a like a score, though I'm back so expect more inspiratory stuff :)
This is a poem dedicated to all those unfortunate people without homes and are constantly on the lookout for shelter, food, water, and safety. May God bless them all...
Why did we wait so long?
I wonder where we went wrong.
We already got this far,
But now together we are so strong.
On the streets we've been for a while,
Bringing up every young soul and child,
Who've crying because of mass attacks.
It's time to bring gravity back,
I want my family back.
There wasn't no time for any break,
Cause they would destroy everything we would make.
All we could do was believe and pray,
And hope that nothing would not go astray.
With all the carnage, I was awake,
Seeing people torn apart by evil ways.
Then I thought of a mystical plan,
But it went nowhere,
For I was running mad.
But I knew that I would understand,
That chasing wasn't my last stand.
All of us survivors, all of the last,
Remembering that this was all the past,
We would rebuild our home.
Knowing we weren't alone
We would strike as one,
To do what must be done.
This is our life,
Everywhere caught by strife.
It isn't what we expect,
But to know where to go next.
YOU ARE READING
Firefly
PoetryOne of the few things I've really enjoyed looking up to were fireflies. To me, they are a symbol of hope piercing a shroud of darkness... or a spark of creativity lying in the most unknown of places to be unveiled. That's where I got "Firefly" from...
