The Song of Fear

Sing to me a song of fear,
for all the lovers you've held so dear.
You'll listen and watch their fallen tears
and call their names, not knowing they're near.

Sing to me a song of shame,
for all the blissful sins you've named;
wallow in burdens and sorrow and pain
and crimson from which you've carelessly stained.

Sing to me a song of night,
for all the times you've tried to hide
from the truth and reality of all your lies
as you see them now; your angels all die. 

Sing to me a song of love,
as you walk away, unscathed from above.
You fly, now free, now white as a dove.
But you smile, and know

you've had enough.

Reviews

[Marianne Rose]

What a beautiful, evocative poem! I love the "sing to me . . ." Repetition that calls up different melodies as your poem flows so easily through a journey of our emotions and experiences. I feel as if you are writing to minstrels and poets everywhere, inviting and encouraging us to touch the dark and light places of our hearts, while at the same time sharing your own expressions of these feelings and letting the subtext or context remain under the surface. The last stanza feels like an ending to life- after all is expressed and sung out- but also a haunting melody of love lost after all the previous experiences - enough of fear and shame and night, enough of love, time to be free of the pain. A beautiful rich poem filled with many ways to look at it, with both sadness and contentment at the end.

[Nisreen]

The soul independent of The human body goes through levéls of deep enlightmént
Whos to say how That Works
And where does It reach Its Highest point of being
But surely It exists to be

That is The true beauty of change out of conviction

I may have went way far off

But thats what i saw in your words

Thanks for sharing