Rohan Moran Poet I do not know?

Rusting Parts

Red,
Brown,
Gunned down,
A manchine ceased to be

Oxidised
Realised
Brutalised
Catharsis empathised  
Our fate it seemed to be

Hopeful
Fruitless
Helpfull
Useless
Your minds bent eye sees me

I lie here shunned
Yearning
Turned
To dust as you do sleep

But one man sees me
Joyful
Insightful
Ecstatic for my bones

Use is deemed
Beyond whats seemed
From rusted parts and skin
Inside what counts
Is what amounts
To what comes from within

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Beata Agustin October 14, 2025 at 1:57 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A June 16, 2016 at 8:45 PM Good message...rohan. Skat Rohan Moran June 16, 2016 at 8:49 PM Cheers Skat

Connie Marcum Wong June 16, 2016 at 4:55 AM Great poem! ; ) Soup Mail Connie Marcum Wong June 17, 2016 at 1:27 AM I like this just as it is, no matter it is not in the acrostic form Rohan. It sings! 7 ; )