The City Of Saints | Poetry Poem by Esther Douek

The city of saints weren't created over night

The feeling of pain won't stand in silence

These walls only hold secrets

Maintaining greatness

Forgiveness

Hope

It ain't a sin having faith in this situation

My trembling hands

Kneel in your presents

I say a prayer

I light a candle

For every time I think you left me

I watch the flame burn inside

And I start to realize

The reality of hate takes revenge on its elders

And wonderers roam



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