Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: Write in the POETRY genre (05/17/07)
-
TITLE: A Teen's Silent Cry | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jacquelyn Horne
05/19/07 -
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
I know I’ve let you down.
I’m desolate, confused and weak,
And Satan has me bound
My voice yells let me be!
Yet, my heart cries for help.
Floundering in this world of sin,
I cannot save myself.
Mother, please forgive me.
Can’t seem to get it right.
I’m angry, and I don’t know why.
I love you – still I fight.
It’s not because of you
This anger has me bound.
It’s really just a shield I wield,
As my dark world spins ‘round.
Fighting like a drowning child,
Please understand my plight.
I’ll have no one to save me, if
You two give up the fight.
I know I need you both,
Although the words won’t come.
If you two turn away from me,
Then, Satan’s pow’r has won.
I need to know you’re there,
In spite of how I act.
If you give up on me right now,
I’m lost, and that’s a fact.
So, love me still, although,
I am not lovable
Forgive me father, mother, please.
I know not what I do.
…………………………………………………………………………
“Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do…” Luke 23:34 KJV
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.
I want to encourage you to add some imagery that can speak to the reader's heart even better than mere words can...
Keep up the good work!
Most of the rhythm worked well except for the last stanza. But the feelings portrayed in this poem needed to be shared and you did well. Good job.
This anger has me bound.
It’s really just a shield I wield,
As my dark world spins ‘round." When my teenage daughter had that attitude, my husband used to tell me she needed more hugs. I said, "I'd just as soon hug a snake." "I know," he said wisely, "but that's when she needs it the most." I found the same truth with my sons who followed. There is wisdom in this poem. There are a few rhyming problems, but they can be ironed out. This understanding and patience exhibited here is born of hard times. Thank you for sharing.
This is perceptively beautiful. Just lovely.
And I agree with everyone else.