Redemption

It's the sickness That's making life 

Slip away from the shell 

That I'm slowly coming to be 

It's the sorrow that's killing 

The whitheld feelings

That for so long I wanted to go away 

And now I realise how precious 

Is the gift of being alive 

 

The veins that once wept blood 

Are now empty and frost-bound 

The aching body 

That yearned for peace 

Now yearns to feel anything

Even pain came to be a dream 

And the voices that washed  

From my wandering eyes the sleep 

Are now cherished memories 

Of a mislaid dream 

 

To the Gods above the clouds 

To the holy spirits of love 

I recite my last prayers 

May my voice be louder 

Than my demons 

May love be stronger 

Than carelessness and void 

May the rain of mercy 

Withdraw this tyranny 

 

To you I shall pray 

And by your grace

I shall be Redeemed 

 

Author's Note

Give your honest opinion and thank you .

Reviews

[DeepStruggle]

Thank you... you have given me hope =)

[SAGE]

I thought the imagery and detail were very good. I felt a feeling of peace as I read it, especially towards the end.

[Anonymous]

I really love how each line is filled with intense emotion :)

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. my honest opinion is that this is a very beautiful piece of poetry ... a work of art ... and a heartfelt prayer ...