Treasure Island

Jack Growden

(1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Yours


Yours is a mind hampered by query
And an outlook anxious and dire
Foreseen through aching eyes so weary.
You have conjured many a theory:
I have heard them all at some stage prior.

Yours is a conscience struggling to cope
And a heart that is suffering thus.
Once vivacious, boasting boundless hope;
Now plummeting down a foreign slope
Though you opt to paint it and not discuss.

Yours is a spirit devoid of charm
Yet you hide behind feeble defence.
Reciting one meek biblical psalm
Will not rid you of a single qualm,
And your hollow words are impotent hence.

Yours is a case which one can suppress
Though it is a weak man who ignores
That there are problems he must address.
So rescind your false act and confess,
Then conquer these meddlesome woes of yours.

Submitted: Saturday, January 11, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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Copyright Jack Growden 2014.

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  • Jack Growden (1/21/2014 3:34:00 PM)

    I'm glad Lyn. Thanks again for reading! And Mike I always appreciate your feedback. (Report) Reply

  • Mike Barrett (1/19/2014 10:29:00 AM)

    Jack, well done. On the road to self and God realization Soul is tested again and again. Easier to face and learn the lessons in a current lifetime, but little matter, if not learned in a current lifetime they can still be learned in the next, or the next or the next - ad infinitum. Cheers! (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (1/18/2014 7:38:00 AM)

    Your heart is talking and I like it. Thank you for asking me to read your words... you asked with such clever words this time... could not refuse. (Report) Reply

  • Ed Nigma (1/12/2014 1:57:00 AM)

    Definitely reminds me of a man struggling with some type of sin and is just trying to move on without dealing with it only to have it rear it's head time and time again. Always comes down to what masters ones mind. You can't destroy a thought but you can change from one thought to another. How one thinks determines how one feels though there are things seen and unseen that can influence us outwardly and based off what we have inside will many times dictate how we respond to the outward stimulation of whatever it is that is going on.

    Nice job. (Report) Reply

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