Discovery

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Other

    Discovery

    What is this jest,
    Made for comedy,
    Tragedy?

    Does fate await
    the implosion
    of an ancient
    Modus Operandi?

    Are these a mockery?
    These sensations so
    unmeaningly demeaning?

    The dark is screaming,
    and it promises a world,
    void of care,
    of feeling!

    But in the
    blinding black,
    Shall I be able

    To convince the Reaper
    to turn the tables?

    A grimly smile has He,
    but in hate and greed,
    it oddly lacks.

    A smile inviting,
    but can take you straight
    to Hell and back.

    My heart was still,
    My hands no longer in
    constant chase.

    I reached toward Him,
    and removed His hood
    to reveal His face. 

    And there I stood,
    staring like a
    foolish child.

    A face that was
    as mine,
    so cold and
    beguiled.

    In those knowing,
    sad eyes,
    I began to see

    A man I knew,
    that had set me free. 

    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    Phission commented on Discovery

    02-22-2013

    Absolutely GORGEOUS ! Heading directly to favorites. Refreshing and reflective . Thank you for this offering. 10

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    TheBoy’s Poems (17)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Happy Dagger 0
    Mother. 0
    Trudge 0
    Discovery 1
    Timid 0
    Dice 0
    Voices 2
    Grim 1
    Violet 0
    BEFORE I CONTINUE! 0
    Always Deciding 0
    Forgive 1
    Missing Pieces 4
    The Raven 1
    Lost Wings 1
    You are 3
    Mist 7