Born to Rest

Living without attachment...

A finished piece amidst blackened smoke,

unyielding to the dark angel's stoke.

Born to rest into a sea of storms,

cut to pieces by a rose's thorns.

I failed my name in order to fly,

until it's too late then they ask why.

To fully live in love and spare the pull,

show us your sorrow, let it be our fuel.

Stand with your anger and master the beast,

for days are spent on those who need the least.

Reviews

[Brian Park]

the first line really sets the mood for the rest of poem nicely, I am not exactly sure why but the wording in the first line appeals to me alot

[Leslie Philibert]

Nice poem well written in the couplet form with good rhymes, written with care and talent !