In God's Blindspot

a poem for the word challenge containing: weary, obscured, anguish, mournful, dejection

Save the Weary Servant,

his feet - they know no sleep.

 

Save  the crushed beetle,

obscured there underneath.

 

(anguish-free squish)

 

So smiles the Weary Servant,

Folly!  The mournful procession

 

Blind joy, so all-consuming.

Even the Sun feels dejection.

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

Clear, compact, precise and magical...I love the way you shift from pessimism to optimism...Good job...

[ice]

Clear, compact, and to the point...
well done...using given words is challenging..
and you have met the challenge..
ice

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the last two lines of this poem. It gives a happier feel to the piece. This flows nicely and you have used all the words. When tweaking my poem I took out weary by accident. lol for I had used it twice and some how took it out both times.