Triumph Poem by T. Alfred Norman

Shattered patterns growing trenches
Souls unfold with stories untold
Silenced by rejection.

Appeased by seeds scattered by cowards
Sow weeds, needs and unfulfilled dreams
Sought without passion.

Lonely roads grow warped by woes,
A mirage instilling illusion, stole
From a desert of misdirection.

Though ole horizon promising hope,
Ridges answer my heart's echo
Rising up from the beating ashe-dom.

No more charms or sins to harm me
Halts me, welps me stings my soul
A sensational awakening with tolls of freedom.

Inside mystery's box, a mind yearns
Souls once buried go onward-spurned
Into eternity, dreaming of memories ransomed.