Trumpet Sounds

Another 2 A.M. rambling, though this one consists of a message to a deity.

I have felt the fear of death for the last time, this I swear.
I have taken in my hands the deepest loathing and despair.

With this I will create a pyre,
With this I shall engulf my soul;
I have renounced all my desire,
I have cast off the lust I hold.

For in your eyes I am a sinner who knows no more than mortals may,
But I regret in your decision to create me in the way you say.
I am content in my temptation, for you allowed me to be free,
But why would you deny my actions and call them that of Judas' greed?

I am confused in what you've told me -
I cannot decide where to draw the line -
For you are all I've ever wanted;
You are all I can't describe.

I have felt the fear of madness,
The fear of hearing no reply.
This, I swear, is my last prayer.
I plan to live a mortal life.

© 2014 Imelda Blackheart

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Jessica Lynn Polley

I love this poem, the rhyme scheme is beautiful and the message extremely powerful. Sometimes doing the right thing is so hard to do when everyone around is having so much fun doing something wrong. I am asked to follow blindly and restrict myself of my desires because they are considered sin and I don't even understand why they are bad besides the fact that "something" much larger than me told me so. I am also often confused by the set boundaries and how I am supposed to survive in a world so different from the one for which they were drawn...and with every questioned left unanswered where am I suppose to turn? This poem conveys all of that for me and so much more. Great job and keep writing.