Path

Paths,
Steeple tops stymying climbers to a fall.
Broadway rooms for all.
One,
Rises with wet scars, tears and blood.
Stain,
Robes are worn through storm breaks.
Light,
Is the gift of Love undying.





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-05-21 at 15:29

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
From the beginning lines, the view feels sombre and stark, until the reader gets to the last lines where the feeling brightens and offers hope, in a way... loved the impressions each line left me with :)
2014-05-22


Nabeela Altaf
This is brilliant. I can feel the underlying objective you want to put forward.
2014-05-21