i've come to far
to sit in holy places
stained glass
pained with broken faces;
broken faces
and the light
will shine down on me
you will see
and the more I think of it
skeletons keep diggin' graves
and I can't believe what I have seen
I can't keep on with living dreams
And I want you to believe
When ghosts come knockin on your door
that I won't forget your pretty face
they'll take you to that holy place
Please tell me what you think
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I love the opening lines! Did you mean 'pained with broken faces'? It really works...I think better than the correct word 'pane' would. (Many times in poetry 'correct' is just not 'right'!)
I dont care for the 'you will see' line. And the light will shine down on me seems stronger to me without it.
I like the idea of skeletons digging graves. Its so reminiscent of the grave digger scene in Hamlet.
The last 2 lines lost me---
All in all, I like this poem!
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"and the light
will shine down on me
you will see"
That was my favorite part. -
I loved it. I cant say anything else. I loved it .
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