prayer for relief

experimental form

Prayer for relief.

 

Condemned to wander ceaselessly.

There is no place I can call home.

Though I’m convinced that there must be.

At least one place I’d be welcome.

 

I’ve walked this world for centuries

I’m weary and I long to rest

The Gods don’t listen to my pleas

To grant and ending to my quest.

 

Although I know not why

Or when I was condemned.

To wander onwards hopelessly.

A quest without an end

Unless the Gods relent

And end my punishment.

 

I want to die

Like other men.

Lie quietly

Freed from my pain.

 

Sunday, 29 April 2012

Reviews

[Wandering Minstrel]

Inspirational writing gives a new mood of thoughts!