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Desperate Hour

written by: Jose A. Tovar


In our most desperate hour
And a face full of tears,
You handed me
The tattered book of our anguished lives.
Now a future in shambles and Hope deceased,
I burn the torn pages of our deceit and defeat.
I pray to the Phoenix
For Love’s Embrace to be born anew.

Jose A. Tovar

Jose A. Tovar

Inquiring freethinker undertaking a journey of moral and intellectual transformation: I strive, I search, I hunt for the hidden and forbidden, mold it into poetry, and let the shadows within me burst free...

B.A. in Political Science, former Analytical Linguist, and lover of liberty.
Jose A. Tovar

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