Children on a train discussing the purpose of god
Although the journey be short the debate goes on and on
All wars are fought for god, fighting to gain peace
Men dying among other men all searching for release
The more you have the more you want, that is what they claim
Possessions are material, everything's the same
'My soul I've sold to Satan,' the boy cries
'I did it to know my purpose, but I've found that Satan lies.'
Two young boys philosophize the meaning of it all
i sit baring witness and yet i feel so small.
So bright are they, so faithful, so lost among the sheep
But I was never in the flock, in silence alone I weep.
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4 comments:
This is brilliant... I love it
lotsa luv ann xxxxxxx
thank you.
What I find interesting about this, and a lot of your other poems, is that you use an AA BB CC rhyming pattern without it feeling forced, or overwhelming the poem with a doggerel sort of sound. Which is what usually happens if I try to push for a rhyme past a few lucky verses.
Neat AABBCC rhyming is something I never mastered, it either ends up sounding like a greeting card, or feeling like the bulk of each line is being forced into an odd shape just for the sake of a rhyme at the end, but none of your poems seem to suffer for it.
thanks everyone. That pattern sadly is so natural wit me when I was told to write non rhyming poems it kept sneaking in lol.
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