Pious Pawns

You stood before us

a faithful confessor

and we your confessional.

You purged yourself of that

which we deemed damnable,

and we judged you.

We cast you out

trying to cast out our own fears.

I said nothing.

Still I cannot explain the tears

in that dead wooden forest.

I think that they were not for you.

Now you are this shadow,

drifting in my vision.

A true testament

to it's power over us.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Some people can get into our heads. Their words can make us think and twist us up. I like the story in this poem. Open the doors to questions. The ending made this poem complete. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote