Pleading With The Question

a poem on the road

The question wavering
and why
but reason proceeds without breath
a new method of trial
reasoning with a violated sense
of discomfort
where devils follow my steps
and paint them red
and shadow survives the sun before me
still as walls
always one voice
blue like plaster, black like poison
innocent as the flesh can be
foretelling a resurrection
and pleading with the question
and so humble
still insists he's saved nobody

Author's Note

ah yes. thats why.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

Always a reason why. Ai my Capn, a wonderful write. the colours just fit so right, I will try to review the rest of your word creations:) Love it:)

[Graveyardfuck]

Saw the picture and had to look at it. Great poem.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Great tone to this poem...

nice work Poe :)

[Hatchling]

Great write