Sunday, October 9, 2016

Blackout

Lapse in Faith

(A/N This is a self interpretative piece I pulled from a torn book page. A few common themes identified within it are: corruption, religion, cult worship, and doubt.)

"Ready for bed,
Repeat what she had said,
Devoted to the old religion,
The headstrong nature,
Stubbornness, resentful, and ill tales there would be.
Three of the four were too young,
Two of the boys were more likely to run,
Lord Strange, Mary, the king, the cadre of five older boys,
She tried to be comfortable,
She wondered."

Lost?

(A/N This short poem is inspired by memory loss and the tragic feelings that can accompany it.)


"His brain,
Backing into the night,
Shriveled,
You worry,
Memory so bad.
Lost?
Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad."

1 comment:

  1. You captured something interesting in both of these. I think a lot about how scary/sad it will be if I lose my memory one day the way my grandmother did. It really bothered me not that she couldn't remember ME but that she couldn't remember how much I loved her, how much so many people did.

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