A Star in the Sky

Out of Reach
By: the iHope Poet

Something is here that is missing.
There's a star in the sky, out of reach.
There's a thought in my heart, and it's beating out loud,
Fighting hard at this wall left to breach.

Morning is breaking through darkness;
I am seeing your face, though still blind.
It is hard to forget what I'm feeling these days,
All too easy to keep you in mind.

I'm trying to comfort the wounded;
Their same loss is what's breaking my soul --
        There is something that's here, but is missing --
        And what's missing is keeping me whole.

Via

Even though.

Knives and Hammers

By: the iHope Poet

Knives and hammers clash a lot.

You bash on me, I stab at you;

It's hard to not avenge the pain,

when we don't think before we do.

Bloody cries of battle wounds --

they make no difference in the war.

As long as I can scream out too,

I guess the fight will last some more.

The sad thing is, the screeching

of the metal never ends.

What's more, it seems to justify 

our words, though cold and rent.

I wish that I could stop

and hide my knife away for good;

that you could stop the pounding --

then we'd both be understood.

Well, even though I recognize

our fighting is in vain,

knifes and hammers clash a lot.

I will avenge my pain!

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