Salvation's Rope
copyright Sharon Rose Poet
She watched them gather
On the corner of a table,
Her hearts words penned
In hints of a new fable.
Light shone through them
Like faded rays of hope
That weathered the fire
Through salvation's rope.
The Revolution
copyright Sharon Rose Poet
Her pain writhed in careless trenches of isolation.
Where her body coiled under shots of radiation,
From dark shadows of an evil, covert operation,
That aimed to desecrate a wise and free nation.
Her needs got lost in soiled piles of destitution.
All around her raged a dark slithering revolution.
Each breath swirled in fumes of accumulated pollution.
Her heart groped for freedom and the best solution.
The Lost Clover
copyright Sharon Rose Poet
Trapped inside a black box
Circled by a slithering fox.
Dare I reach beyond it's wall,
Hope care will hear my call?
I do. I do. Over and Over
Until I find the lost clover.
Then I will be finally free.
They can no longer hurt me.
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