Enduring Scars

By: Matthew Rogers

The ground is dark and coarse with hopelessness.

The grand sky weeps gently in pure silence
As its hollow dark tears fall answerless,
With hope to rid the Earth its impotence.

Yet a dull seed still lies deep within her.

With the help of those dark board hollow tears,
Coupled with Apollo’s rays in a blur
Will little seed grow, casting aside her fears?

With hope and prayer it does, twisting, bending

It grows; exceeding citation’s with pride.
Then an idea, thorns sprout for those not minding
To serve them in understanding, a guide:

To touch this wonder, a beauty coloured blood,

Is to welcome the final absolute flood.