The Tocsin

I lay in troubled sleep
The tocsin sounds
I feel the weight of error
The tocsin sounds
I sense the edge of loss
The tocsin sounds
I hear the moans
Of those Iíve damaged
The tocsin sounds
I recall the lives Iíve taken
The Tocsin sounds
I feel the anguish of my sins
The tocsin sounds
In fearful desperation I cry
To a long lost God
The tocsin sounds
I hear the answer
Forgiven
Blessed silence




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-26 at 02:46

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very powerful Joe. The repeating bell sound drives the anguish.
Nice positive ending too.
2019-08-27


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Urgent, awful, obsessive, and then redemptive; great work, Joe.
2019-08-27


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This is strong, Joe. It could have ended many ways. "Forgiven" is a blessing.
2019-08-26



Excellent. The repetitions are effective, and the articulation is worthy of the theme.
2019-08-26