redeemed

[dawnsday]

this is specifically spoken word poetry, the repetition may not translate when read but is part of the "theatre" of spoken word



how many
how many
how many more
how many more salt stained cheeks
dried from the drink
of bitter water
stained on the pinked flush
of wilted smiles
how much
how much
how much more
how much more strained sentiment
of disillusioned love
with faith undone
by veiled mendacities
of what wasn’t
too many
too many
too many times
too many times wrapped in silent cries
yielded by retracted
promises given
in haste to secure mastery
of a free soul
too much
too much
too much grief
too much grief for so small a life
taken down below
watched to sink
under bitter hatred of crimson laughter
never plenty being
though success is apparent
it is not
bring on
bring on
bring on the fire
bring on the fire of earth and heaven
watch it burn round
blistering that is and was
watch for it cannot touch what lies
lies in god
lies in gods hands
for it will be redeemed