Sympathy, Not Just For the Devil

I lay in waiting beneath

The moon's colossal being

For a crumb of mercy, or

A morsel of forgiveness

The spirit torn, marked in blood

Give me a chance to see it through

But the planets arrive, all aligned

To hear my atonement

Cryptic thoughts spit beneath

The avalanche of unattainable amnesty

The words reverberate

Like ripples in still water

Trapped mind, feelings yearning

Against invisible walls

This frail reality stretched

To the point of breach

As she calls me with song, and

Beckons me with hidden gestures

The moon draws a noose

I hang on every word you say

Reviews

[Violet]

i really like it. lovely!

[ScaryTrees]

love the first stanza...i can relate
and the relation of the first and last stanzas is well done
very nice image and flow
i like it very much