A Page

A new one, rather than an old, as the others.

I wrote a page of blasphemy

I know not what it meant to me,

I wrote it just to pass the time,

I wrote it just to taste the rhyme.

I wrote a second, stranger still,

it kept my mind from quiet hills,

and though it loosened crooked thoughts,

It kept my mind from darker plots.

I wrote a third and it was true,

it spoke of me, it spoke of you,

it kept me live, I wished to die,

it made me fight, it made me try.

I wrote a fourth to save my soul,

by blasphemy I’m on parole,

I thought the same could save my mind,

but in the darkness now I find,

that none is safe from one’s own hands,

unless one stands to one’s demands.

Reviews

[mae23]

This is wonderfully captivating. I vert much enjoyed reading this.