after some days of freedom
from the raging rain that falls
it is back in earnest crying
as its full might unfold
hearts of steel are challenged
to keep all that it can hold
and into the night the drops
still fall
drenching the already
drowning soul
there is no hope of reprieve
for poor prisoners on hold
A beautiful epic poem. The lines dropp so naturally and are presented nicely through a simple, yet interesting rhyme. Good write. Thank you for sharing. ~Besa
...drenching the already drowning soul...... confusing. Drowning soul! Soul itself an abstract entity....when it is drowning, another abstract is necessary to hold the content. So many abstracts can not be imagined by the human conscious at a time for brooding. Otherwise well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i would like to change my mind. im sorry for what ive done.