Rock River Serenade

It's been awhile, folks!

Rock River Serenade

You said your prayers on bended knee
But you never said a prayer for me
I thought you worthy of adoration
You made my worship an abomination

You sought and gave false piety
What kind of fool does that make me
Your faith was barbs and arrows aimed
A church of wholly needless shame

Flying long makes falling hard
Stretched out on strings like your guitars
A journey of absinthe and nightshade surprises
I found without comfort the sun blinds when it rises

What should be written on the gates of your city?
Look at us dying and offer us pity
We only look backwards and march to the rear
Abandon all hope if you enter here

-Zoe Richardson

Author's Note

There is nothing like an abusive marriage in a dying Midwest industrial town whose leaders are content to turn into pillars of salt.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

We all live and learn, in trials and errors; it seems you are resolute, finding your recipe of pain-relief and turning tragedies in successes.
All admirable plus your writes of purging the past and holding on to things that last.

[Zoe Richardson]

There is catharsis in putting a framework around something a relationship that turned into a train wreck, in being somewhere you don't belong, and living with the knowledge you were unwanted. I am glad you found the triumph here, as that was the intent. I am always happy when you read and comment and I greatly appreciate your words.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and worthwhile words shared dear Zoe. You made the reader understand and grasp every word. It is sad when the misery is accepted by the people near. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Zoe Richardson]

Thank you, dear Coyote, for your amazing words and praise. It is always to treat when you visit.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Zoe.

[emmajoygreen]

Your words are a dark tragedy here, Zoe. Seems you're tied to an irreligious place where caring and charity means absolutely nothing. Your telling poem as ever before stretches emotions, feeds fear and isolation among a community who turns the other way. Fine writing and meter, nonetheless but sadder than sad.

'You sought and gave false piety
What kind of fool does that make me
Your faith was barbs and arrows aimed
A church of wholly needless shame'

[Zoe Richardson]

It was a place I did not belong, that is certain. Sometimes you have to encapsulate the sadness, like a thought balloon, and let it go. I am glad you liked this, and I hope the sadness did not linger!

[emmajoygreen]

Zoe, seems your life has been so tense and upsetting but - you have found your own remedy: 'like a thought balloon - let it go. Fine words, put clearly and full of hope. Take care, keep safe.

[Zoe Richardson]

My life has been an absolute train wreck of mental illness, bad decisions, and poor health. But...(and this is the important part) I climbed out of that wreckage, planted my flag, and owned the chaos. I refuse to let my life be a graveyard of buried hopes. But I will express the sorrow from time to time. It brings greater understanding!

[emmajoygreen]

Your courage and attitude - although hard at times is truly wonderful! But, as you say, you need to express sorrow and stress when needed, Set it free and with any qualified help you know. Am here for chitter-chatif.when you need an unqualified friend. :)

[Zoe Richardson]

Those are the kindest words anyone has ever given me here. I may just take you up on that offer!