The Prophet

A Poem by Anthonio Joshua

This poem is about someone who always talks truth... Even when he's hurt and grieved... Nothing, nothing but the truth.

Alone, he was...

Befriended by night, ruled by the sun...

Red tears, black tears...

Anger... Resentment...

Broken from above...

Forced to bear, obliged to accept...

Alone he was...

No other than The Light...

Sparks of fire, tongues of thunder!

Burning, warning, destroying!

Forced to bear, obliged to accept...

Alone, he went...

Road of the dead, walk of the door...

Inviting... Waiting...

P... Pain...

Dripping away...

Falling away...

Opened, were his lips...

Twisted were their ears...

"Hear, but do not listen!"

"See, but do not look!"

Blood and spit...

Sweat and bones...

Left with nothing, attacked by all things...

Empty, empty, dusty...

Lifted...

Nodded...

Again, He said...

Yes, he answered...

Go, He ordered...

I will, he's ready...

Anything he said is nothing...

Nothing, nothing but the truth...

Never ending, never starting...

No trembling, grace only...

From the very first cry...

To the very last word...

"Yes..."

© 2014 Anthonio Joshua

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Alejandra Marie

This is really good. I actually know someone just like the character you describe in this poem, always truthful, no matter what. It's an interesting concept. I have yet to read a poem on this. I also like the structure, it adds more than it takes away which is always good. Overall, I say great job. Thanks for sharing.