Thursday, June 10, 2010

Stolen Pride - June 10, 2010




Stolen Pride

A magical spell weaved deeply into your soul
Controlling your every desire and wish
Has taken your dignity like a thief in the night
And left you alone in the midst

You sing to the shadows that cling to the walls
Of the empty caverns left there inside
That once held the lifeblood of freedom's design
That poured into the veins of your pride

A wistful whisper of longing is heard in the night
A deep echo resounds through the skies
As you cry to the stars and the moon up above
To send down relief from your plight

Now the night finds you traveling to places unknown
To fill this emptiness from which you try to hide
While the skies rain down tears of anguish and pain
Into the hollow caverns of your stolen pride

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

5 comments:

Mike said...

My inspirational boost for the day. Just wish I could compose a tenth of what you do each day!

The Ancient Digger said...

This is just lovely. Very renaissance so to speak. An old love perhaps. I like it.

Jonie said...

Quite wonderful, thanks.

Phill Senters said...

Along with stolen pride goes dignity as well.

xray2010 said...

Stolen pride......terrible theft.