Broken faith Poems
Echoes of Dissonance
by Alexander Palmer
Sepia memories fade into an hollow, hurting gap,
I am consumed by the future, I am constrained by my past,
Everything I am is everything I thought I lacked,
And yet my eyes remain downcast, and yet I only feel trapped.
Caught inside the blurred fog of reality and perception,
I loathe who I am, and I am too proud to learn any lesson,
From my action's repercussions, so I stand and I listen,
Claustrophobia and tunnel vision, hand in hand, this dissidence.
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descent from zion
by Alexander Palmer
The angels' wings are broken, their halos lie upon the floor,
I gave all I was to the heavens, and still they wanted more,
All I feel is the dread of waiting, all I know is to count my breaths,
I sit upon the cliff's rocky edge and contemplate how many are left.
And today I watched a vulture pick over a rabbit's rotting corpse,
And today my church told me this agony was a gift from the Lord,
Today my doctor told me this was par for the course,
Today I sat on the cliff's edge and considered falling on my sword.
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shattered faith and entropic prayers
by Alexander Palmer
futile infinity, entropic, crawls down my wretched throat,
the hymns of the choir have soured and I am utterly alone,
the crucifix that once seared my skin lies in the ashes of my home,
the lord's altar has scorned me, I stand among his disciples and I am alone.
oh, lord, why hast thou forsaken me in my darkest hour?
is it mercy or grace you lack, because they assure me of your power,
I peel the rotting bandages from my ravaged wrists,
I was never as broken as when they finally called me fixed.
......
descent from zion
by Alexander Palmer
The angels' wings are broken, their halos lie upon the floor,
I gave all I was to the heavens, and still they wanted more,
All I feel is the dread of waiting, all I know is to count my breaths,
I sit upon the cliff's rocky edge and contemplate how many are left.
And today I watched a vulture pick over a rabbit's rotting corpse,
And today my church told me this agony was a gift from the Lord,
Today my doctor told me this was par for the course,
Today I sat on the cliff's edge and considered falling on my sword.
......
Echoes of Dissonance
by Alexander Palmer
Sepia memories fade into an hollow, hurting gap,
I am consumed by the future, I am constrained by my past,
Everything I am is everything I thought I lacked,
And yet my eyes remain downcast, and yet I only feel trapped.
Caught inside the blurred fog of reality and perception,
I loathe who I am, and I am too proud to learn any lesson,
From my action's repercussions, so I stand and I listen,
Claustrophobia and tunnel vision, hand in hand, this dissidence.
......
shattered faith and entropic prayers
by Alexander Palmer
futile infinity, entropic, crawls down my wretched throat,
the hymns of the choir have soured and I am utterly alone,
the crucifix that once seared my skin lies in the ashes of my home,
the lord's altar has scorned me, I stand among his disciples and I am alone.
oh, lord, why hast thou forsaken me in my darkest hour?
is it mercy or grace you lack, because they assure me of your power,
I peel the rotting bandages from my ravaged wrists,
I was never as broken as when they finally called me fixed.
......
