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Purgatory
Recollection of my youthful past
That strength and the resilience
But it seems the grace is gone
And scattered in the rising wind
Resistance of encroaching age
Flesh compromised and fragile bones
That sweet chariot swinging low
Taking me to God knows where
Death still seems to me unknown
The golden gates or an inferno
Perhaps a purgatory, much deserved
To cleanse and shine this rusted soul
My own attempts to wipe the stains
Seem futile as the night descends
My spirit held between two shores
Can this truly be how it all ends?
That strength and the resilience
But it seems the grace is gone
And scattered in the rising wind
Resistance of encroaching age
Flesh compromised and fragile bones
That sweet chariot swinging low
Taking me to God knows where
Death still seems to me unknown
The golden gates or an inferno
Perhaps a purgatory, much deserved
To cleanse and shine this rusted soul
My own attempts to wipe the stains
Seem futile as the night descends
My spirit held between two shores
Can this truly be how it all ends?
Published 2nd Nov 2018
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Art by FringeArts
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2nd Nov 2018 10:50pm
3rd Nov 2018 8:09pm
Anonymous
2nd Nov 2018 11:13pm
"My own attempts to wipe the stains
Seem futile as the night descends
My spirit held between two shores
Can this truly be how it all ends?"
We all try to change and re write our lives, hoping to cancel our mistakes. I find that, for how much I try, I can't change anything, as I am still facing the aftermath of my errors. I feel your same question build in my heart, every day, every moment of my day. I haven't found an answer, if not that the thing I most fear, will be inevitable, but my hope is that I may, one way or another, be free and at peace. Fantastic write. It has given me another overview of my own beliefs. J
Seem futile as the night descends
My spirit held between two shores
Can this truly be how it all ends?"
We all try to change and re write our lives, hoping to cancel our mistakes. I find that, for how much I try, I can't change anything, as I am still facing the aftermath of my errors. I feel your same question build in my heart, every day, every moment of my day. I haven't found an answer, if not that the thing I most fear, will be inevitable, but my hope is that I may, one way or another, be free and at peace. Fantastic write. It has given me another overview of my own beliefs. J
3rd Nov 2018 8:12pm
J, you write some of the best comments around here. Very thoughtful, and detailed. You obviously go to great lengths in analyzing lines, and get to the heart of the matter. Thank you for the kindness and time taken.
Anonymous
3rd Nov 2018 8:28pm
My pleasure. Truly. You seem to get me more than many others my friend. You too take the time to read. This is not about gaining points or getting noticed. At least it shouldn't be. We write our souls out. We get nude in front of strangers. I've read some horrible disasters, passed for poems. The least we can do is respect those that actually try to say something. And you, my friend, are a master. I truly bow to you. In all humility, yours J.
3rd Nov 2018 8:12am
I think we all wish to change who we have been but we can only change who we are. Enjoyed your poem and hope you can avoid dwelling on the past too much.
3rd Nov 2018 8:16pm
Very wise words. It's true that we can't change the past but only our present and possibly future if all goes well. Just wish I could erase what I used to be, but not a chance. Hopefully we learn by our mistakes, think about them, and move on. Thank you Rjm.
3rd Nov 2018 10:23am
Seems to me you've summed up the question at the base of all religions.
I believe that approaching it with such humility is what leads to the grace you seek. But that's just me...
This is a wonderful, deep write!
I believe that approaching it with such humility is what leads to the grace you seek. But that's just me...
This is a wonderful, deep write!
Thank you brokentitanium for the kindness and inclusion in your RL. I agree that humility is the key. Arrogance and redemption might be mutually exclusive.
3rd Nov 2018 2:46pm
dearest Sir Crow powerful poem
I think sometimes it's in our brokenness
we can learn the most...
I really feel this one...
love Brenda 💕
I think sometimes it's in our brokenness
we can learn the most...
I really feel this one...
love Brenda 💕
3rd Nov 2018 8:22pm
There's that saying that if you play with fire one gets burned. I know I have the scars remaining, part of the learning experience. Learning the hard way. Thank you for your kindness, dear Brenda.
