History, History, Now.

Again the wailing finds cause,
And the idols of the brave
Will say to keep our hope,
That this pain and agony of loss
Will not truly save,
That we always turn out well
But the ignorance is not a harmony
Of only a smile hiding last,
It is what has made of temporary
A purgatory worse than hell,
That has confined us to our past.

Categories: Art, Culture, horror, Poetry, Politics, WritingTags: , , , , , , ,

1 comment

  1. I love your poetry ~ I wish I understood it better. ❤


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