Stand Tall

a poem

"Stand Tall"

i dream of being far away
away from what i knew
from what i know
the truth of it blinds me

he stands a statue in the torrent
oblique and absolute
radient light

Hope.

stone wears away
ideas live on
but only, the right ones

his sheild is but nought
so alone is its type

everlasting

Hope.

better days lie ahead
and think what promises were said
and what has been dead
the world around you falls, sweetly.

the sheild slips
the statue fades
the image is burned on the black forever

Hope.

and now we cry
all honerably
it's all gone, to pieces

and so have we failed
i try to be the stone

collapsing

Hope.