events spin wildly out of reach
no slowing down the pace
momentum continues to grow
point of no return has come
a call from the wilderness
heard around the world
shifting the foundations
and shaking the world
tomorrow, a new world
will the regime come to an end?
a new dawn brings hope
a nation holds its breath
speculation and rumors
lead the masses to believe
the future will be theirs
may freedom be theirs
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
The sense of hopefulness and excitement reign here. One's hope suspended in a moment.
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