Thoughts on a lonely beautiful autumn day



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 I've damaged
The tocsin sounds
I recall the lives I've taken
The Tocsin sounds
I feel the anguish of my sins
The tocsin sounds
In fearful desperation I cry
To a long lost God
As the tocsin sounds
I hear the answer
Forgiven
Blessed silence






Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-11-28 at 21:51

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countryfog
The repetition of "the tocsin sounds" perfectly (and ominously) evokes the knelling of a bell. I relate to every line.
2010-11-29


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
A new day is a new feeling and new perspective. It was a lovely flowing poem - a pleasure to read, Josephus. Keep writing!

Regards,
John.
2010-11-28