Souldier
There is art in madness
Brushstrokes on faces
And gold in men’s hands
There is horror in masses
Greed in classes
And tears in blinded eyes
There is wrong in doing right
Fear in willing to fight
And shame alone at night
There is harm in questioning
Pride in reckoning
And disappointment on Sunday morn
Verily as I fall
Inside of me I call
Still waiting for an answer
I seek the knowledge of truth
Knowing that there’s no use
Locked in this earthly cage
I wish to believe as a fool
Deny the mortal rules
And gain gifts of the spirit again
To learn it’s not in the works
Or in the pages of books
But hidden inside of me
I must get out of my way
Remember how to pray
And not lie to the ones I seek
Maybe my salvation
And the truth of my frustration
Depends on the success of the buzzers I ring
To sacrifice myself
To those I wish to help
And abandon all that is me
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
