Bottom of the box

A bed of thorns, insects impaled
Stretching for miles on end
Yet in the centre
A single rose

War and death, fighting on
Destruction surrounded by pain
Yet in the centre
A single kiss

An impossible storm, rain and wind
Thunder, lightning strikes
Yet in the centre
A single smile

A world, destroying itself
Dying more everyday
Yet always in the centre
A single hope.




Poetry by gemma
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Written on 2008-01-20 at 16:10

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anguisette
oh, i love this. it's vibrant.. :)
2008-10-01



Without that hope, there would not be any life left...
A wise poem!
2008-01-20