Poet at the edge

That sin may not be original June 12, 2011

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry.
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You put your time into fostering your legacy

without understanding your motivation, extinguishing your mirth.

When you see the windows and doors quake with your panicking

you begin to seriously consider the question of re-birth.

Renewal, for you, is a tool, not a jewel, you don’t measure its value,

instead you leverage it utility, sans nobility, and watch it bleed out.

The colors are always red nursing anger to your myopic point of view,

and you won’t take the time to listen to what we’re really all about.

That sin may not be original to you and me.

That sin may not send you directly to hell.

The tormented soul inside longs to be free.

That tormented soul inside is praying to get well.

Nation on nation are not wars of your choosing,

Stepping back you know how to weigh your consequences.

In the end you believe its not about winning or losing,

Its about the events and their sequence.

And you won’t stand still to hear the echoes in your ear

Coming back from a moment you’ve escaped with regret.

Not facing your demons but running from your fears

You know for a fact it will make you forget.

That sin may not be original to you and me.

That sin may not send you directly to hell.

Tormented, lamenting, you long to be free.

Tormented knowing they step around where you fell.

Angels of mercy you find no use for their consolation.

Angels of grace you will ignore as long as you live.

When your soul is barren in its desolation

Will you find the means to surrender and live?

That sin may not be original to you and me.

That sin may not send you directly to hell.

Your tortured soul searches for reprieve.

Your tortured soul is praying to get well.