The Test Master
The test master fights
his addiction to the brutal end
his weakness, an undesired friend
until he casts out every demon
In his helpless idiotic stupor
he stumbled into false idols
who presented him with pretend hope
now at the end of the rope
reality shatters
high up the ladder
stuck in denial
for an eternal while
pile on a thousand bricks
to amend towards forgiveness
for the addiction to bliss
Seeking the light
that leads from his plight
away from the disease
with minimal friction
to slay the addiction
now called test master
for the disaster
was just the beginning
the hole is mending
from the ashes fly off phoenix
for he survived the meanest
course of life
with tales to tell children
who live in constant night
my faith hasn't reached it's peak
until I am tested
like the friend which of I speak
Copyright ©
Bj Fard | 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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
