Below is the poem entitled A Season of Warmth part two which was written by poet
hollingsworth. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Now we have a game we play, this game is fun
And true today. It’s not hard and very
Refreshing. This game I say, is the game
Called “Go Insane.”
Close your mind, and crawl back in…back
To where it all ends. Here we find
The beginning of our sins. The truth
That Christ is a lying friend.
Think it once, then think it twice, for
Chaos will bring us
What’s nice and right.
For anarchy of the soul
Is what’s choking us to
The great schism of breath and air, it’s gone
And lost on care.
Heart failure, cancer and lack of oxygen,
It’s the future I found in him.
Now, you should try this little game, it’s so much fun
And when it’s done, we can erect a dream per say,
For it’s not hard, while it dwells behind your mind,
When it’s done…you’ll see the end, yourself behind
The looking glass, a
Reflection of thought
That will horrify your turn of the eyes
Is everybody in?
This soul we found, a soul never ending,
For all have fallen short…I mock this
The truth that it is sacred…
Nothing is sacred.
Though I sing the body electric, and
The hand placed in mine, the deceiver
Of love. The heart she held, smashed
She mocked all that I once was…
The love was placed behind a steel door,
Locked and barred, nowhere to go.
Stomped and decayed ruins of joy,
The toy of love she threw at me,
Like a broken bell that sings and sings…
My seasons in Hell, are all I bring.