Dregs

From April 17th, 2007 yet another poetry entry into my journal. It was a rough year.

Until all we have left

Are the dirty dregs of the past

And our silent prayers

That we may find our fortune

In those soggy brown leaves

 

The price of tears in the dark

The price of secrets kept in vain

The price when we create the pain

The price when our sins leave their mark

The price of bitter honesty

Selfish charity

And the biting chill

Of Truth

 

When sorrow is our currency

We pay our debt in full

But never will there be an end

When ever our faults grow

Repeated usurpations

Of the best that we are given

Wear thin the fabric of our lives

And solitude has risen

 

Lonely gray, cloudy day

Follow our every sunshine

 

And with lamentation, grief, and sorrow

We blind our eyes with false tomorrow

When slowly we find our thoughts turn in

Point the finger at our sin

Cringing as the dark clouds part

We point the finger at our heart

 

Until all we have left

Are the dirty dregs of the past

And our silent prayers

That we may find our fortune

In those soggy brown leaves

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

When sorrow is our currency

We pay our debt in full

powerful statement. I had to come over simply because of your "name" spit and prayers. that alone is awesome. Peace.

[Andree]

It's a great poem, really sad and dark. I must agree with Johanna Maharis and say my favorite lines are:

"When sorrow is our currency
we pay our debt in full."

These verses are simply amazing.

[Joanna Maharis]

I love this piece. My favorite lines are

"When sorrow is a currency
we pay our debt in full."

These lines really hold true when it comes to the meaning of life. The entire piece is most impressive. Everything is so powerfully expressed.