The blades cut through the poisoned scars, <br />Of believers whom the sirens watched depart. <br />An aimless gain to make the fire rise, <br />Why initiate a lie the truth hides? <br /> <br />Through struggle comes a worship glow, <br />Where freedom knows where it ought to go. <br />In the end a few good men may always die, <br />While the heartless to the grave will take their pride. <br /> <br />Deep depressions are meant to last, <br />But not until it fades away. <br />And people mourn over that horrible recent past, <br />Where fumes suck their lives away. <br /> <br />Frozen in the moonlight lay the souls exiled, <br />And the desert hues formed creases undefined. <br />For loveless eyes that raged the world, <br />Did thunder skies foretell that banishment will they earn. <br /> <br />The blades cut through the poisoned scars, <br />Of believers whom the sirens watched depart. <br />An aimless gain to make the fire rise, <br />Why initiate a lie the truth hides?<br /><br />Meriam Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-depressions/
