A Prayer of The Fallen

By darkenwolf

Sat, 28 Aug 2010
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Father, I do not beg thy forgiveness,
I am but what thou madest of me,
Forged in the fires of an indifferent world was I,
Tempered by pain and ridicule,
Sharpened by love lost.

Father thou turnest thine eyes from me,
Thou removest thy grace,
My words fell on thy deaf ears,
Thou comforted me no more.

Father I am but what thou madest of me,
I am the spear in thy guts,
I am the blade across thy throat,
Father I am the end of thee,
As thou art the end of me.

Father, for this I will never beg thy forgiveness.

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Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
very strong words expressed here ;) Even though you don't want it to be it is a prayer and an appeal. That's how I understand it! Sorry about the psycho- analasis. I think it is very good. pia

Submitted by darkenwolf on
analyse away; i hadn't seen it that way but i suppose you could be right. Thanks Pia.

Submitted by Kahdai on
wow another great poem

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by shoe on
It's hard to comment on your poems darkenwolf without it being more about the content than the writing, you pose so many questions. Forgiveness?(and forgiving); a complex subject, suffice to say I like this piece very much.:}

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Very solemn and earnest tone in this one, darkenwolf - but I like it! Especially: 'Sharpened by love lost'. Well done ;) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by darkenwolf on
Thanks Kahdai, shoe and magic for the comments glad you like it. When i write short stories i tend to think them through when i write poestry its more about feeling than thought.

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Darkenwolf, Just got round to reading this poem, I felt the same way as pia. The words were extremely strong, like they came from your heart. A good piece, but slightly sad and worrying. Jenny.