Carry On My Wayward Son

in response to a painting by becc-j on Deviant art

Your voice lingers on,
perched upon a listless wind
"carry on, carry on,"
so pure and yet so wicked as it burrows in my skin.

How long will you lead me through the hopelessness,
the bloodshed; long and winding,
do all the roads you take me on end in dead ends,
am I just a fool- your one and only for the making.

I've spent hours on the edge,
lifetimes I've spent searching,
Father, see your wayward son,
can't you tell my heart is aching.

Between heaven and earth;
between empty paradise and meaningless pain,
walking among the men and women
whose lives are ended bloody; whose cries are in vein.

Where are you? Speak now, can't you hear me,
through the darkness, through the loud echo of death,
my body so weary; my heart so heavy,
will you forsake me til my very last breath

And still I walk this narrow road,
one that I hope leads me to where the war is won,
I persevere, I dig my heels in, I draw deep breaths,
A voice calls out within me; "carry on, carry on"

Author's Note

written on the spot

Reviews

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"Where are you? Speak now, can't you hear me,
through the darkness, through the loud echo of death,
my body so weary; my heart so heavy,
will you forsake me til my very last breath"

~i'm a bit new and not great at reviews but this poems imagery, and

:)
great use of syntax and superb creative poetic structure-let me in chills...
~~and the last line-I persevere, I dig my heels in, I draw deep breaths,
A voice calls out within me; "carry on, carry on"-God just magnificent !!!
(delightfully creative !)