The Ordained
What am I if not a threshold for pains receiving, let my purpose be known and thine victorys be sweet, for now is not the hour for decite, nor retreat, mine is such that I must endure, have I wronged thee in such a way that my day to day taste so bitter, or do I protest to much to the ability laid before me, unjust I feel is been my judgment with out conviction, is that what keeps me bound to this forboad place, why oh why heath thoe forsaken me in this way, will the dawning of the new horizon bring me more of the rain, I know not the name of our creator but I feel him in the same, inside and in mind, my soul parishis burned in the flames of recognition, or do I protest to much, here me so that I may trigger a response, because I know my purpose but not my end, the better end of agony will be my paradise, my well earned resolve, so I ask thee one more time, why have thoe forsaken such a unparishable hand to which you control, and bring thee about a loss of this undamed soul.
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.
