Why have you come here?
Tell me, why?
May His name be celebrated and sanctified
The Almighty,
the eternal and terrible Master of the
Hundreds of men were crawling with him,
scraping their bodies with his on the stones
Thousands of lips repeated the benediction,
bent over like trees in a storm
Soon I wouldn't even be seeing them,
I would be one of them
I listened as the inmate's voice rose;
it was powerful yet broken,
amid the weeping, the sobbing,
the sighing of the entire "congregation"
Some were silently weeping
Wallow in your despair
Deep inside me,
I felt a great void opening
David,
ReplyDeleteYou should organize your thoughts a bit more. The lines you used were strong but the poem as a whole was a bit confusing. It's good though.👍
David,
ReplyDeleteYou should organize your thoughts a bit more. The lines you used were strong but the poem as a whole was a bit confusing. It's good though.👍