Losing Faith of What Could Be (A Poetry Challenge)
Losing Faith of What Could Be (A Poetry Challenge) By Diana Pierce
Coldness cannot escape my grip,
Freezing arms, legs, and hips,
Pounding is my heart of fury.
Growling beast in a hurry,
To grasp the last breath left in me.
No hope if this is God’s destiny.
Crying long exceeds its purpose I seek,
For hopeless courage seems so obsolete.
As the shadow of death keeps calling me,
I’m slowly losing faith of what could be,
The compassion restored in me is huge,
Call of the wild becomes my refuge.
Genna East's Poetry Challenge
- Of the Shadow and the Gray (A Poetry Challenge)
The origin of the challenge... I've participated in a few Hubpages challenges in the past, yet haven't had the time or opportunity to create one of my own. Nor could I think of any...that is, until I came across two videos. I was compelled to...