"RETREAT & SURENDER"

“RETREAT & SURRENDER”

 

There is an abject silence

That fills the empty room

Falling like shards of glass

From a red tinted ceiling

 

The forgot psalms I’ve sung

Spring from my fevered brow

The distant echo of youth

Playing games within my mind

 

What of all the people

I used to know as a boy

Why have they fallen

To the cruel pace of time

 

The sickening sob of regret

Echoes elegantly from my breast

As if a bird scrambling to leave

The shackles of it’s golden cage

 

I am a prisoner of my own choices

The bittersweet wine sipped & digested

From the broken chalice of sweet death

 

Angels of grace & mercy

Glance over this forgotten soul

Let the beauty of sweet inebriation

Release me from all that I know

 

Kenny L. Mitchell

February 5, 2011

　

　

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' As if a bird scrambling to leave ~ The shackles of it’s golden cage ..'

Seems no matter what a person has, time and experience saps space and spiritual ownership. Your words are so finely laid, full of emotion and somehow unable to let go the pas because the past has left him without sanctuary.

Tis beautiful sad..

[Everett DeValle]

This is a beautiful poem spoken from the heart...I felt pain and hope in your spirituality...just awesome emotions conveyed. Thank you for sharing.

[Michael.]

Never change this, man.