Anxious thoughts befuddled,
Huddled beneath layers of cruff.
Stuff that is loved and hated
Created by love fogotten,
Rotten in apathy and suppression,
Aggression, foul, lust.
Must I live forever,
Wherever, wandering without thought
Caught in muck and mire.
Aspire to the world
Curled in activity,
Brevity of faith shown
Sewn in body and soul.
Coal, the color of sin.
Win, oh Lord, my heart,
Part the dark abyss,
Kiss the mess,
Confess the death
Breath of life
Strife removed,
Moved beyond words
Towards light and hope.
**Editors' Note**- From now on (we will return to Martin's poem as well), to promote feedback from ourselves and our readers, we are going to write what we liked about a poem after every original work we post. Feel free to chime in with any feedback- positive or constructive- so we can all learn from this process!
We enjoyed Josh's poem because we think it shows a mastery of language--specifically that he showed restraint and creativity in his form and structure (the rhyming especially) while building vulnerable content within that restraint.
I enjoyed this very much, very creative!
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