The Sweet Belief Poem by michael john jackson

The Sweet Belief



Harsh is the night,
Tender is for leaving.
Those gentle snapping strings,
When the sweet stop believing.

'Look', she said,
'Upon this face
Corruption holds no flaw'.
Tighten up, but just a touch,
And then a little more.

Till overwound, like clocksprings,
Slowly work our grinding teeth.
Then left alone, by night and day,
To loose that sweet belief.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen Magill 10 June 2009

great writing, cant wait to read more, steve

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