|
My Pencil War
by louis gander It will erase the phrase it writes, that's written on a page - at other times it writes more words... it's difficult to gage. There is a war that's going on, that's not on land or sea. A thousand times my pencil flips, the two just can't agree. The selfish lead, the soft eraser - the two can't get along. They both appear so far apart. Each thinks the other wrong. Their battles seem to linger on - Confusion wills to grow. This poem is of truth and love. Conclusions, can we know? Am I just like my pencil, that I take off the shelf - fumbling between my fingers, at war within myself? Am I just like my pencil, in incoherent bind? Does warring begin or finish, within my mixed-up mind? Seek I, the left, or to my right - or back, or simply stop? My mind runs in full circles as the pencil fights nonstop. The truth still lives - the answer, one, to settle this whole score - until then I, a traitor am, inside my pencil war. The truthful words, I'll never find, or my complete reward - unless I search the Holy Word and listen to my Lord. I compromise my writing, and it is always blurred - if I can't lay my pencil down to comprehend God's Word. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |