the song remains as my wings are shed,
shread the last vestiges of my faith,
within the tortured soul and damaged head,
discard this used anatomy, become wraith.
tune reverberates relentlessly,
blasting forth from time's beginning,
without ears one cannot see,
we are not the ones sinning.
yet we fall into dank bleakness,
purgatory of your own making,
where glory damns their weakness,
when you us, do the forsaking!
A contest entry
- Pic Inspired! by SpydurPoet.
675 points, ended September 9, 2007, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this indeed was intense my friend. WOW. Great job, loved this in its entirity, I couldnt pick out just a line or two. You did a great job. Thanks for sharing this with me, had me thinking about things in general thanks for being you.
Tory
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wow xx intense and full of thoughts of true inspirations-on angels' wing shed and questioning of faith - my fave lines were:
yet we fall into dank bleakness,
purgatory of your own making,
where glory damns their weakness,
when you us, do the forsaking!
well done my dear friend and best of luck xxxx
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Wow, what a deep and thought provoking take on the picture. I feel there is a very sad truth you have expressed here. Very well written. Good luck in the contest.
Jeannie
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This is an intense poem. I loved the imagery used in it. The flow and the rhymes were good as well. Thanks for entering the contest!
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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