Deep thought tonight,
back to the board to draw once again.
I paint a picture of wicked souls.
Vivid colors erupt in my mind
and black mixes with them all.
I fall into a black hole
only to be spit onto the the canvas
of this planet and torn to two by the minds of men.
I am hurt by the things I can't understand.
The soul of the wicked inspires me to die
and fly into a web so I can no longer fly
but die.
Dying seems like a peaceful process.
The canvas is alive in my fortress of a brain,
I sustain and maintain
And recognize who's to blame for the mess that
I've caused while living.
Sinning,
I thank God that God is forgiving.
I am gifted by the laws of the lord.
Pain is my blessing .
release the mind from the state
of captivation.
set free the wings of my soul.
Black mixes well.
And dying still seems like a peaceful process.
A contest entry
- I want poems about grief here by trekkergirl.
400 points, ended May 19, 80 entries
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Comments
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a nice write. I thought this an interesting thought taht "pain is my blessing" wonder why you think that? Just a thought. Anyway, you got my attention with this write and kept it clear through the read. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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I like the internal rhyme in this piece, skillfully wrought. Strikes me as a good "slam" poem.
I'd reverse these 2 lines:
"I thank God that God is forgiving.
Sinning,"
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Brilliant poem! I love the repitition of "death seems like a peaceful process". A very good poem, well done and keep up the great work!!
Maria 
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