Lost My Religion

Losing faith, probably doesn't need a description, the title says it.

You kiss the gray 

with doubts of fluidity 

true colors discourage faith 

flying without wings to a song 

sad melody of flippant travesty 

swallowing the pill of crazy  

taught to be elusively blithe 

played like a song from beginning 

vinyl scratches misses and hits 

empty tanks given in repose 

believe the temporary sleeping giants 

not to be awakened with an osculation 

torn from the loins of lions dens 

sweet mystery's of yesteryear 

bittersweet twisted lusting embers  

never snuffed out in a place of retention 

lives within the confines of distance 

broken trusts swallowed and dispersed 

my eyes roll back in my head for sight 

fleeting recognition of once upon a time 

dream a dream if slumber should arrive 

taken out of the equation of perception 

no words that make sense but pierce the soul 

lost my religion with the plot  

pricked by the rose a thousand wishes deep

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is some good poetry. I like the thoughts and strong statements.
"no words that make sense but pierce the soul
lost my religion with the plot
pricked by the rose a thousand wishes deep"
With age I like words in poetry. Real life leave words weak and unnecessary. Many visions create by the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Sorry so late Coyote, still very much appreciated.

[LA Lorena]

You have depicted very well the agony and confusion and turmoil of one who has had their core beliefs shaken to the very ground. This can only be done by one who has actually lived what they have written. A wonderful use of metaphors to colour this picture you paint of the turmoil one would go through. Keep writing, and find belief in yourself....the rest will come.

[Frieda P]

Thank you so much Lorena, I appreciate the feedback, I presented this on a survivor site and nobody got it, aside from the guff I got from the born again's. I already think I'm messed up but I thought it would be relatable to other survivors. Thank you for your wonderful review. Always appreciated.

[LA Lorena]

There will always be one's who judge unfortunately. I find that those quickest to do so are those who do not take the time and care to examine the feelings that spawn the words and thoughts expressed, they are too busy trying to convince you that you are wrong to feel the way you do.

[Baby Ricochet]

Great job

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Frieda, this is such an agonising Poem to read. It is so descriptive in many blatant and beautiful metaphors. It reflects the jumble of feelings, thoughts and emotions you re going through. It would be beautiful to give you relief from your agony.

[Frieda P]

Believe me it was as agonizing to write, there is some relief in merely putting pen to paper and purging it. Thank you for reading John.

[i-human]

most original ive yet glanced at

[Frieda P]

Well, that's a great review, you can't get much better than 'original', thank you kindly. :)