Restless Sinner

Restless Sinner

Lying here with a soul,
what must be life’s toll?

The suspicion still holds you tight,
Yet you let it grip you with its might,
And it leaves you no room to fight.

Approaching life’s very edges of existence,
Yet with all persistence,
All comes for naught.

The suspicion still holds you tight,
Yet you let it grip you with its might,
And it leaves you no room to fight.

The ghosts of a million,
All crying for a place in time,
Yet none comes fourth,
Leaving them all behind.

The suspicion still holds you tight,
Yet you let it grip you with its might,
And it leaves you no room to fight.

The suspicion still holds you tight,
Yet you let it grip you with its might,
And it leaves you no room to fight.

And so the Restless Sinner,
Finally finds peace in the oblivion.

Gah, I haven't read one of your poems in a while. They're always so intense and good. I enjoy reading them. You're very talented, coKaine. :]

Nice poem you have there :p it's really catchy and easy to read ^^ good job Conrad :2thumbs:

It is a really good poem. Most poems that try to rhyme, in my exprience, suck. But this one is good and has a good rhythm to it.

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The suspicion still holds you tight,
Yet you let it grip you with its might,
And it leaves you no room to fight.

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That part that which repeats itself, I like it the most. It just grasp the readers attention. Keep on writing poetry you have real talent.

i really enjoyed this poem.it was relly good and i could probabley
never write this well:)