I Came Across the Preacher

I came across the preacher today

By the winding countryside road

No words of comfort did he offer

His smile pained, and painful to see

The silence both calming and terrifying

His matted hair moving eerily in the breeze

Hands tightly grasping his face

I came across the preacher today

By the winding countryside road

No prayers did I bestow upon him

His expression awakening an evil within me

The voices in my head finally in agreeance

My hands urging to touch his greasy hair

And to slap his mangled face

I came across the preacher today

And remembered what he'd said

Of how we all meet demons in disguise

Who really are better off dead

I came across the preacher today

A missing soul the town forgot

I almost started to feel remorse

But I left him there to rot

Reviews

[H.L. Cerveise]

I really like this poem. I believe when it comes to demons and angels, good and evil, it all is just parts we see of ourselves and each other. Those who judge, like the preacher in your writing cannot and never will see that. Your writing reminds me of my poem The Coin. In that writing like yours, we confront others and their limited views on life, the universe, our meaning and many other things. In the end, we can only hope that our written words will help enlighten some who read them.

Well done.

[streetrose]

Thank you for reading and for your kind words

[C. Rose]

favorite lines: "pained and painful to see" "awakening an evil within me" "missing soul"

[mattavelli]

Hello, Streetrose. :)
I enjoyed your poem. Your story flows smoothly. I'm not sure what the preacher did, but it seems you felt he deserved his punishment. I'm typically turned off by inverted language, but your use of it affected the tone nicely.

[streetrose]

Thank you for reading and for your kind (and sane) words :) I'm glad you enjoyed the piece!

[mattavelli]

My pleasure