030. In The Old Stone Church Poem by Jaden Knight

030. In The Old Stone Church



I sit in the old stone church
trying to concentrate my mind
light shines through the stained glass windows
casting weird shadows on the floor

My tired eyes fill with tears
as I stand up and look around
my whole body trembles
with angry sadness and memory

Why are we cursed to die
why do people suffer so much
I sink to my knees by the altar
begging for answers from the statues above
they only look on with contempt
and refuse to even respond to my cries

The walls contain my screams
from the people outside
the stones themselves stay silent
they've heard it all before

I fall onto my face
my voice slowly dying away
tears flow down my cheeks
flowing small rivers

Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: alone
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This was written during a dark time for me.Outside i was laughing, inside i was the opposite
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alesia Leach 01 November 2014

A sad piece, touching and well penned.

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