I Ask Forgiveness of My Frown
I ASK FORGIVENESS OF MY FROWN
Tapping at the window pane, the dark dawn of day.
I’d not given it’s bleak darkness a second thought,
but now i turn to its pain, its bent sorrowful sway.
and my mind that yearns to forget, a penny is brought.
A copper piece, curious and shiny, reminds me of eyes -
the lids from ancient times, replacing staring gems.
I must apologize for my grim tale, and hoarse cries,
but like to and fro movement, in nightmare state of rems,
I can’t release of yet, the cloud of sadness o’er my crown.
To trace all my steps both backward and forward takes
every wakeful moment. I asked forgiveness of my frown.
Only then can i rebound, to joyful sound, release my aches.
Such is the task of encountered death, always profound.
The shadow follows those, it surrounds, with certain goals.
If not for God’s attention to my weak state, i would’ve drowned.
Without ancient ink that covers me from spirit-filled scrolls.
6/5/2017
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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