penitence

 

 

My shadow appeared

In the aisles of gray

Forged from obscenity

The night born from day

 

“Follow the moss covered bricks”

And with sincerity, I did nod

As he pointed the way

(but his smile was just a façade)

 

The slow and lethargic trance

As the trees patterned my path

Led me to your bedside

And I breathed my ‘repent’

 

Do I wish my heart beat like yours

And lead a life of serenity?

Do I wish my love were pure

And have not unleashed my fury?

 

The tears filled my sight

Welling in a wallowed wave

And then water fell from my eyes

And landed hollow on your grave.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

the shadow that split when this tragedy occured has been walking by your side the whole time. guilt devours the mind with distrust of other people. well done finding the corodors of serinity!

well done

[Damien Dsoul]

Intruiging. Yes, indeed this poem is. As I stared it, I thought I was on the right path, only for the earth to keep turning me over, showing me a different picture with each verse. The first verse reads more like an "Alice in Wonderland" tale, but towards the end of the second, a get a feel of foreboding ... and unto the third till the last, as I capture the destitution of the narrator's voice. Very intruiging.

[Babbette Francis]

Wow!!! I really don't know what to say about this. Its beautiful and chilling. It will definitely be etched in my mind for a while.

It's brilliant!!