shady side of the moon

i wrote a poem about hope once before. it was about whispers and wings and open cages, and it was very pretty, but it was sappy and i think it was wrong. i want to try again.


deep underground far from sight of the sky
under miles of concrete & stone -- left to die
from the pain & the fear pressing down from on high
every breath breathing poison too sickened to cry -- yet
there's a sound -- far & distant
but steady & strong -- it's a pounding,
a drumbeat, a heartbeat, a song
full of banging & cracking & splintering wood
till the doors crack wide open
& walls fall for good -- let the logs beat the gates
till the earth starts to shake -- let jailors take cover,
let barricades break -- & until that deep fortress
gives way to the slam --
let your hope be the sound
of the battering ram




(ouch my head rhyming is hard T-T)