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Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

Where Frozen Embers Still Burn


Frozen, in a darkened moments cold,
preserving, youth denied its growing old,
flames that severed psyches cord
arson at the hands of those who “serve the lord”.

Living in an ice block embered hate
all that might have been numbly laid waste
locked both in and outside of the gate
homeless amid the “keepers of the faith”.

Deafened by the pealing of the bells
sentencing a child to lifeless hells,
carrying the weight of sinner’s sin
because they told him it belonged to him.

Embers, that were tended, fueled with rage
warming, ever slowly, livings flame
refusing to be locked in clerics cage
torching the lie “I was to blame”.



8/14/2014
For Gail Angel Doyle contest
Where Frozen Embers Still Burn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Mehta Avatar
August 29, 2014 at 5:40 AM
Uplifting and thought provoking write, John. congrats
Devonshire Avatar
August 28, 2014 at 3:53 PM
Dear John, What this child had to bear is so very sad. Surely, he wasn't to blame. This is how society turns innocent children into adults filled with rage. Amazing insight here. Congratulations on your win! Love, Carolyn
Gibson Avatar
August 28, 2014 at 3:29 PM
John, such a powerful and painful write. I do love your writing and look forward to reading it. Congrats on your winning piece.
Gaydon Avatar
August 15, 2014 at 10:45 AM
good one man deep
Lawless Avatar
August 22, 2014 at 12:44 PM
Thanks Joseph.
Dietrich Avatar
August 15, 2014 at 1:26 AM
Deep one about sin and hate. GOsh, it is so dark. It could have also done well in the dark poetry contest!!
Lawless Avatar
August 22, 2014 at 12:44 PM
They say "hate the sin not the sinner". In these cases I find I must also hate the "sinner". thanks for stopping by Andrea.
Manassian Avatar
August 14, 2014 at 9:33 PM
This highlights the plight of those poor children who are sexually abused by religious leaders...So so sad. The guise of religion makes it so much more abhorrent. You have written this with finesse and heart. A wonderful combination. BTW...I read your entry on GOD....It was phenomenal. We often ignore he one who holds all the answers.
Lawless Avatar
August 22, 2014 at 12:42 PM
Thanks Eileen, I'm a little late getting to things. Appreciate your support and input.
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