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Holy Father I am weary
Tired of the clinking chains
Butchered chances I once had
Mistakes with no ways back
I am weary of myselfÂ
And how I drowned my love
In poison wine and blinding sin
I no longer hear Her song
I am weary of the strings
I feel pulled by everyday
Merciful Father so far away
Will you forgive me one Last sin
Let this be my bid farewell
That will lead me to your arms
I love how everything in this poem fits together so perfectly. It feels like it shouldn't match so much, but it really does. It reminds me of 'We Wear the Mask' by Paul Laurence Dunbar, though the two aren't even related. It is sort of sad, but unlike other sad poems, it doesn't make the reader feel the same despair. I also like the last part a lot.
Loved your poem! It is authentic, tinged with a beautiful melancholy and full of emotion. Reading your poem, brought into my mind 'Crossing the Bar' by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Perhaps due to the reference to Religion and plea for salvation. Truly a beautiful piece, kudos to you!
This poem is so beautiful and real. I love the dark tone and the way you've brought religion and a sort of pleading into it. It really works to bring the reader into the mindset of this person. It's... wow. The tale you've create through these words, the beautiful rhythm creating a gothic, haunting tone that perfectly encapsulates the subject you're writing about. Absolutely lovely.
Hi, Lizzy here!
I love how this poem beautifully melds religion and freedom, with a dark streak that ties it all together. I love the broken but wholeness of the poem, along with the dark talk of suicide.
It is a beautiful poem, one that gave me chills. It was truly great.
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