Reason dies without faith
men but a pawn
to move in set patterns
not seeing beyond
Logic and cogence
delude and mislead
with vision and instinct
left wounded to bleed
Reason dies without faith
enslaved to the line
paper to crumble
One voice to remind
Years add together
with hope on the run
belief when left wanting
all thoughts zero-sum
(The New Room: December, 2021)
Categories:
cogence, faith,
Form: Rhyme
I see you there, for me waiting,
you hover in endless patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.
Yet I linger on, each breath rasping,
as I am clearing my conscience,
I see you there, for me waiting.
Too soon the curtains are parting,
now at an end is my patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.
Time is slowing, it's so daunting,
draining away is my essence.
I see you there, for me waiting.
Grievances now aside casting,
Letting in instead, some cogence,
now I pass, death me is calling.
Death I have treated with voidance,
giving it little reverence,
I see you there, for me waiting,
now I pass, death me is calling.
Categories:
cogence, death, life,
Form: Villanelle