To Death I Am Bound Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

The sun is out

But I see only gray;

A perfect finish

To an exhausting day.

Drained emotionally,

Numbed with fears,

I wish I had the answers

That could dry up my tears.

Yet, those don't exist

No solutions can be found,

No savior has manifested—

To death I am bound.

The angels they mock me,

The saints just look down;

The church is a stumbling block

Planted, like death, in the ground.

Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 4, 2025.

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Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Online)
Published: September 4th, 2025 08:37
Comment from author about the poem: For Throwback Thursday. Written around 2009 during a season of exhaustion and despair.
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