Shaman

...there is good, then there is you...

it's funny how white light can be black
or is it simply vision I now I lack

how goodness and the path of right
left me blind and bereft of sight

how acting so good and pure
left you smelling like manure

burn your candle and your sage
can't clean the darkness from this page

so keep your prayers and good wish's
that have left me to sleep with the fish's

Yes, My Dear, My Love, My Shaman
I know what the Devil and you have in common

Author's Note

i have drawn my circle of protection and reject the darkness you call light

Reviews

[BluesForTheRisingSun]

For whatever reason, this poem left me smiling. I'm not sure this was the reaction you intended, but I couldn't help it. It was the sarcasm, the
"how acting so good and pure
left you smelling like manure"
Or, maybe, I was smiling just because I liked it.

[Subjective Sanity]

I absolutely love this one!!!! Definitely one of my favorites!!! I takes a rare talent to evoke such heartfelt emotions from words like 'manure' and 'sleep with the fishes'. GREAT WORK!!!

[Ed Hart]

Wake up, my friend!