The Lost Soul
Submitted by ninjanav on Sun, 12/16/2007 - 3:46pm.
Each thought an echo of insanity,
Each touch a draw of blood,
A heathen without a fire,
My world is falling apart.
In this confinement, I seek for sanity,
Drugs, sex and fame,
What happened to the trinity?
Taking time out to reminisce,
Recuperate and face this test.
My past, alas,
a grievance so near,
With each reverie,
a world still concealed.
Holy Trinity
The reference to the trinity was pretty clever. This is worth building an entire poem around, all on its own.
This rest was a little too obscure/vague for my specific tastes, but the trinity reference was enough to keep me reading.
Thanks for sharing!
--- Mike
hey thanks for the feedback
hey thanks for the feedback mike, il have a go at that