Trust Poem by Adrian Flett
Trust
Rating: ★5.0
On porcus aortus I weigh
as carotid press comforts fear.
Short-lived assurances falter, though.
There's no fail-safe,
my net an abandoned deity.
Overtures now, smack of
death-bed confessions.
But trust in porcus aortus
and maker of pace,
not Maker, leaves
naked exposure
to terrifying void.
Monday, October 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: faith,life and death
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4/18/2024 9:22:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
But trust in porcus aortus and maker of pace, not Maker, leaves naked exposure to terrifying void... death., life, and faith all depicted so well. tony