I am Serra. I am a poet.
For now, that is all you need to know.The lowly rise with hopes of souring
Above the lightning and thunder that's rouring
In their heads, in their hearts and in their minds,
While they day dream of hope and keep looking for signs.
They call to their gods with visious demands
To stop tearing their hearts! Now there's blood on their hands!
There they shake and they tremble, frozen with fear
And see that they've lost everything they held dear.
Is it worth the pain and how much they suffer?
They use life as is goes to suit as a buffer.
Feelings of hopelessness, yet waiting for a spark
As they shut there eyes and sleep as it becomes dark.Serra C.
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