The cravenness of the blue funk
We all have a room that we daren’t go in
Where the air is acrid with the stench of sin
Where love only ends and darkness begins
God left it there, to remind us of HIM
This room we all have is smaller than most
The walls of this room are covered in ghosts
This room has no beautiful views of the coast
Just memories of innocents we burned at the post
When I’m alone, I can’t stand it outside
When I’m with you, it's a room I can hide
It’s so easy to just go along for the ride
Torment, torture pain and pride
Sometimes at night-time; the screams, the din
We block it and lock it, but the walls are thin
Sometimes we’re so scared, we listen for pins
We all have a room that we daren’t go in
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Andrew Charles Forrest (
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- Comment from author about the poem: OK I thought this ditty needed some follow up... The Cravenness of the blue funk loosley tranlated to those outside my head is "The fear of shame" or the Fear of Fear itself" we all have done things said things or thought things that shame us to the core and our way of dealing with that is to lock it away not talk about it or put it in our room of no return... Now for some that's ok it can be dealt with just like that but for others when that room gets so full or just too dark you need external help and that itself makes it harder to deal with but, NOTHING to be ashamed of - There... "The Cravenness of the Blue Funk" I feel better now Thanks anyone who reads
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Thanks ANDREW for an excellent poem : YES we all bear GUILT for the death of each & every Christian Martyr : from Stephen to those who will die this Month ! We also bear guilt for the death of Jesus for our SINS !
Im the one who shouted CRUCIFY
Im the one who raised His Cross on high
Im the one who stood and watched Him die
What have I done ? Im the one !
If you visit Balliol College in OXFORD : in the carpark there is a BRASS CROSS on the GROUND. It marks the spot where Lattimer & Ridley where burned @ the stake for their Faith in Jesus. Stand on and you can feel the HEAT : AMEN
Blessings in the Spirit : ANGELA 🧡
Hey buddy, you just took me somewhere that I have never actually been before.. shame on me.. I knew it existed but tend to avoid it like the plague.. the reason why, my personal blue funk room consists of a whole new extension and then some.... a great write and one o them universal truths I occasionally bang on about... Have a great weekend my friend... N
I guess I'm lucky in that I can close doors behind me - rarely if ever do I feel the need to revisit them. But I can understand the trauma for those who cannot isolate a troubled past and I have witnessed this at first hand - your superb poem captures this so well .
We can't get in (or out) of some rooms - the ones that say 'Fire Door - Keep Closed'! Eh?
Oohh no, never go in that room; no one could ever survive it - it's the one where I'm singing all the time. It's sound-proofed of course. lol.
There are rooms within my mind that are permanently locked.
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