Persecuted

Sunlight glistens down through the mosaics of Grace,
Coloring the wood and pews technicolored dreams.
Distraught, laden with the weight of guilt I sit,
My mind, a ticking time bomb.

Song takes me to flight,
Moving past the alter, images of the past accompany me.
The hallway is dark, lonely, persecuted.
My souls pace along the path of peace.

I sit down, nerves inflamed,
My burden is starting to collapse away.
Calm words reach my conflicted heart,
My mind erupts with emotion.

Memorizes bound away like wind,
The problems turn to the solver.
My struggle strengthened with his care,
A calming comfort seeps over me.

Peace accompanies my being as I move away.
I may be from another denomination,
But if expressing my mind to God brings serenity,
Then he and I are one.




I wrote this poem for a friend, comment if you like, and as always Peace

 

Wow...this is wonderful...I love the word choices...the last verse is especially inspiring...great job. :)

 

Yea I was having some hard times awhile back and my friend took me with her to Confessional, and here it is. :D

 

You use a lot of metaphors. I LOVE metaphors!

And you don't make grammar mistakes which makes me smile.

Great job, again. OMG. This is so good.
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:D thank ya!!

 

Har, you're welcome again, but I must say that one thing I like about your poems is that they are all serious but not depressing and stuff. Like you have the serious style down perfectly becuase you don't sound depressing. And that's really hard to do. Good job!
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