POEM : ECHOES OF MAY
BY godson Romeo
note:
I know many of you, hope for a better day and I know many of us have feels great pain, but you should be thankful for the life God gave you because it is not over yet.
your success is coming.
as a result a wrote a poem for it.
My souls is covered with blood,
blood of burdensome grievance.
licking my bones, to make me faint.
yet I've staggered, I've conquered,
to withstand heated blows.
peril blows from the merciless winds,
swinging like a luna fire,
it's yearns to devour my desires.
yet I've stand my ground, to resist.
if not with fist of my patience,
will I lay my dauntless spirit to fall.
nay, because I was not born cursed.
I'm gallant.
it's may, April bygone?
an excuse angel echos,
to lingers my soul with dizziness.
as strong as it rings,
yet I stand my ground,
to fight and peels it's dark wings
I'm gallant.
it's may,
I've stand my ground for too long,
a battle line drawn,
a long haul calls,
at the middle fallen of rivers,
where great tidings began.
where defeat calls home, the fallen hero.
where ages, have imprinted it's reeds on sand great histories.
where my soul stands, non-stranded,
to cover my strength with more possibilities,
for this month, to accrue more victory.
I'm gallant.
.
it's may, wisdom upon wisdom,
all crosswalk, my stars,
herein, comes a month I shall overcome,
the dark glories of saturn,
to revels with my hope,
and get the crown,
that maketh me winner,
I'm gallant.
I'm gallant,
this is month of my blessings,
a month of my victory
I'm gallant.