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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Now time to pack my tent
Instead of paying this rent!
Haha great poem Tristan
Demar, haha…now that’s a turn I didn’t see coming. “Pack my tent” might be the most practical response to “emotional rent” ever. I appreciate you meeting the rhyme with rhyme, my friend. Grateful for the laugh. 🪑🕯️🙏🖤
Sorry but that last line gave me a chuckle. I am not sure what was expected!
My friend, I hear you. The last line pulls the language back to something almost conversational after all that tension. That simplicity was intentional…no poetry shield, just admission. I appreciate you engaging it honestly. 🪑🕯️🙏🖤
You're seeing that P & Co are not absent - they never are! They are there 23h 59m of each day, doing....... don't finish that! lol.
Don't you know it, thought! LOL!
Glug'
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Tristan I get the feel from this poem with each line ending in the same rhyme there is a feel of exhaustion and tiredness built into the poem itself a most ingenious use of repeated A rhyme scheme sending one back continually to the same sound as if running in circles. Very nicely planned. A fave for the construction my friend.
Soren, you read both the surface and the skeleton, and I am truly stoked for that. The repeated rhyme as circular motion…exhaustion embedded in sound…that was the aim. I appreciate you seeing the architecture and the emotion together. Truly grateful, my friend. 🪑🕯️🙏🖤
You are most welcome Tristan.
Well written. Your poem touches upon feelings of frustration, emotional burden, and a search for clarity in relationships and faith. It conveys a deep sense of loss and sorrow, particularly highlighted through the imagery of a heart that is "rent" or torn, suggesting a spiritual and emotional crisis.
Your collection Rutted Road, kudos my dear Tristan, 🌹 Superb work fantastic rhyme and a very very relatable theme.
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