In Passing

Freeform poetry.

Pretenses and memories take me so far from innocence
Lines convey the culmination of hope in a single breath
These words are uttered in passing, planted like seeds in a fertile soil.

Cast of iron so ready to break
We never stop to bend or breathe

Holding nothing but a cynic's rosary

For heaven we press on like passing strangers
Boldly embracing words, knowing not the meaning
Push, pull, struggle, and strain.
Right or wrong. Black, white, or gray. 

Can't you see what I am?
A fool begging for pardon,
buying his way back from hell
from his knees.

Reviews

[pinpen]

i like this it's deep.

[None]

The imagery, language, and depth of this poem are artfully woven one into the other. Beautiful work. I could read this over and over again. The lyric lines and masterfully placed stanzas are ensigns of a talented writer. Keep writing. I can't wait to keep reading. :)

[that-little-green-monst..]

Very wonderful poem! Its filled with powerful emotions and feelings! Really wonderful imagery. I can't wait to read more of your writing! :)

[Michael G.]

Well written piece, sir. The theme flowed well throughout the poem.
Keep writing.