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[greenwich]

I rattle my bones
and scourge my soul
like an old testament prophet,
contemplating the virtue of charity.
I check into the hotel of life,
allowng others to roll down my bed;
that way its the first thing
I remember before my night's sleep.
I have no need of enemies
just the balm of eventual tranquillity,
a kind word to all.

[Psyche]

Hi Antony,

Hey, I think this is one of your best ever! No need for explanations, despite your use of metaphorical words.
I especially enjoy your first three lines... Your take on the O.T. prophets. Good!

As I can't crit anything at all, I'll just make the trivial suggestion that you put a full-stop at the end of your poem.

Thanks for sharing,
Syl

[greenwich]

Syl Thank you very much. I intended this poem ro be humorous as the narrator is benefitting from charity. I wanted to imply religion can be used to benefit the believer who uses all the right words.
I wrote this in a pub, but realise it's deeper covering, personal issues I am dealing with at present.