Misbehaved
I am open to reality
But as of yet
I have not witnessed
An ounce of concrete proof
And believe me I searched
If only for me
With eyes wide open
My soul laid bare
Spent in search
Desperately looking
For an out
Anything with which to return
To carry worthy of a sermon
And in this time
On the temple mount
I begged for a reason
And upon the answer gave
I swore to take and etch on my grave
In death
So to I become enslaved
If I am deemed
Misbehaved
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment