We speak not of those unfulfilled dreams
drifting upon the currents of yesterday
Then rejecting the cries of a weary heart
now shackled within the confines of dismay

Taste the sticky tales upon these tainted tongues
oh those lying eyes now weak when you’re wrong
Screeching doubts while chills sting! then stay
your illusion are not my realities come what may

Seized by your smoldering heap of life in a trance
cursing the virtue in the randomness of chance
Panic trembles down your feeble spine in time
while you damn others hypocrisy! is the crime

Then turn away from the shining light of the truth
weeping for a life you trashed just passing through
No! thy wicked nature cast its shadow upon thee
still you’re smug and defiant but ready to flee

Hear the gentle calls then let consciousness begin
lest ye’ be burden by the powers that is your sin


Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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