Teen Poetry #9 |
Don't Pray |
Golden Alley New Member
since 2010-07-02
Posts 7 |
I’ve learned to look past My knotted hair And run-down shoes. Learned to push off love And don’t pray For prayers, I refuse. I invite disgrace Clutching tighter and tighter Every day and every night To a sinful picture, To a rotten secret, (My deepest delight.) So there I stand Swing my door wide open And watch as bliss runs through. I heard Death walks behind it But these dying eyes Have yet to see it move. (Though here Death comes, And there my Spirit goes.) Now I’ve learned to look past My torn-up clothes And its faded hues. Learned to push off life But don’t pray! No! For prayers, I refuse. |
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Octave Member
since 2008-07-29
Posts 186Highlands, Scotland. |
I really liked this and I am not sure why as I am really rather baffled by it. It's concise but powerful all the same. Nice write. |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
I agree with the previous comment.It has great strength.I do not understand it.Perhaps because this is a reaction to an event/emotion you did not discribe?>Anyway,I liked it .Arthur |
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