after advice lent
and energy spent
after emotional rent
and gentle hearts bent
with frustrations to vent
within this environment
after being the one sent
sacrificed before Lent
as a spiritual arterial stent
the sanguine pressure’s pent
there’s no clarity on what it meant
yet I see who’s been absent.
sorry, Lord, my heart is rent
given how everything went.
Part of the ongoing series: The Rutted Road.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 15, 2026.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments2
Now time to pack my tent
Instead of paying this rent!
Haha great poem Tristan
Sorry but that last line gave me a chuckle. I am not sure what was expected!
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