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shadows dark in hard times
by Keith D AllisonTime whispered in the gentleness of wind
hope for tomorrow, for the breath of man
those some may never understand
no one to see, no voice to hear
yet I am not alone
Sweet time's… turning bad
it was in the late of December
and the winds blew cold
the loneliness stood tall
the emptiness of winter touch the soul
life was young, but in the heart
somehow… someway, knew it would be a long walk
along
lights on the highway, the wipers beating the time
as a snow snaked across the roadway
the snow grew heavier, that heater that barely turn
the eye’s grew wet from theme
the blood drops of the heart hoped for the end
for the world had die that day
the breath of tomorrow was fading away
There is a gift in time, one may find
when one thinks he's at the end of time
the light bearing peace
the hope of love
that faith that allows the walk through the hard time 11/22/2008 Posted on 11/22/2008
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/23/08 at 05:54 AM I love that middle stanza. Not only does it have the best imagery of the piece, but it also makes me think of the road I've seen myself, if that makes any sense. Awesome write. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/26/08 at 12:32 AM Somber and respectful of time, Keith. Yes, it sure takes faith. Delighted. Thanks. |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 11/27/08 at 04:20 PM This was a great poem! Thanks for sharing... |
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