My Burden!
My burden,
The intense of a fire burning within my soul
The ashes of my body cremated in a deep
smoke
OH Sheila, may God forgive your bloke
A smoke that sets my spirit man free to this atmosphere of nature with zero pleasure.
God! That burning sensation
A smoke that leaves me watching my own dust burnt and blown away to a reborn
Do I need an Urn?
Memories are also remembered with ribbons!
From dusk to dawn
My burden,
How hurtful it seems to be burnt like this knowing it's not my WILL nor of God's!
How painful it is to imagine my fingers creep
(God please, don't put me back to sleep)
My burden,
The words are much but I can't speak
The torments and haunt neither does my body need
Deep down it hurts, but deep inside it heats up my mind with a thirst of peace
A set of leash hunted by my own zeal
Purged by my own meal
And sick of my very own ordeal
My burden,
Surrounded by roses of flower in one garden
The Scent, The Wind, The Peace and Joy
The sweet spiritual incense of a burning coil
The strength of my own toil
THAI, that relief of ones tension with an oil
(How Traditional!)
How traditional would I pray, "Our Father"
Lift up thy burden,
My coast shall be broaden and my path shall be celebrated in heaven's sake,
My Word, my Lord and my God
Make haste "Father" for I am weak and make it sudden!!!
#Reemzinism
About this poem
The pain man/soul feels in hell and the peace he seeks and gets in heaven. And could still be a means of praying setting your spirit man free or eother living in bondage.
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Written on April 03, 2022
Submitted by Reemzinism on April 08, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | Axbccdaxxx xAxbb Axxxeee Aaxfffxdaxxa |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,399 |
Words | 281 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 5, 7, 12 |
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