Poverty of the Soul

Poverty

Of

The soul 

Pours like rain

From swollen black clouds
Gathering over angry seas

Of serpents
Wretched beyond all accounting
While those in their wake

Are

Drowning
From 

The piety 

They so boldly and proudly

Bestow 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2016-06-01 at 06:46

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Victor
Sounds like the USA.
2016-06-12


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great work. And I like the way it falls like rain. The religious twist in the tail is so often apt.
2016-06-07


montana
I really like the descriptive vocabulary. it really draws you in and catches your attention. well done
2016-06-03


Ivan R
A monumental poem
2016-06-03