A lost essence in the passage of time
Perhaps thy conscience or a voice-
Washed and worn, over and over
Good and evil, Traversed all
No heaven or hell that I belong.
Draped in darkness for aeons in time
Desolated, to live or to die
Dwelled in hollows: confined
To bear the grief, but to shine
I refute!
No answers that one may seek
I behold and thee shall find
Underneath the skin, obscurity defined
Neither supremacy nor any peace:
Glaring cold, in thy veins - it bleeds!
If I could I would stand and laugh,
For thy innocence expects me to rise
To preserve whom that made me destroy
You are the object I most despise
Impaling me over and over in time!
What magic could I ever confine-
Am shackled another's grief to pine.
At first it was hard to sink in but once we get the essence then the writing take us to a different level of thinking.... felling blessed on reaching to that level...
ReplyDeleteGood Work "Scholar"