Ungrace Poems | Examples

A Question of Who

I stand strong and bold before you,
The face behind the wall is the face of a fool,
A person that stand's tall, a statue of light and strength,
But the shadow that falls, is a person in mercy and on weeping knee of ungrace.

My hand out strecthed and firm for your grip of help,
A hand that will always support and carry you on,
A hand that can be your salvation,
but that ache that peirces my body, is not of sight that can be out right.
That facture beneath is a crack that is always interally falling.

A misunderstanding that can not be valued by all,
A help and fault that both cuts deep,
An enigma of this spliced life.

This person I am, is a great dreamer but the same time the worse doubter.
A conflicting concious of a divided mind.