The more I sit and ponder,
The less my thought wander,
The simpler my wonder,
As I’m humbled by age.
We all have hopes,
Delusions of grandeur,
To mask our simplicity
And act as an anchor;
To illusions drawn
In the prison of individuality,
Yet we all become aware,
Even if gradually.
That our pain is ordinary,
A promise from life
And no one soul is special,
Not even mine
Here’s a tale of a few,
A trodden path,
A told tale
Of broken bonds,
A folk tale,
A stolen song.
You shaped his soul,
He took your breath,
You lost your time
And he lost his head.
One went that day
Yet both hearts wept.
Your spirits left.
His soul is dead.
The path of a social deviant,
limitless qualms and little agreement,
It’s hard to be stable
if you’ve never stopped grieving.
I never were whole,
Not since you stopped breathing –
It’s sleepless nights
And lonely evenings,
It’s troubled thoughts,
It’s countless demons,
It’s constant rain
Forecast this season.
Mercy, it’s in our prayers
and it’s our biggest cancer,
societies poison, humanities pill,
it’s mercy, the sweet nectar of power
at mercies behest some plunder and steal.
Mercy, it both separates
and connects us to the animal kingdom.
The power of mercy
bestowed upon lords,
the bedrock of hierarchy
and so much more.
Mercy, the noose around the neck
of the 21st century serf,
the promise of subjugation
at birth,
the promise of death by a thousand cuts,
mercy, so misunderstood in a merciless world.
Take my hand,
you are still my light
in the dark.
You just are,
my very own sun,
such a beautiful star.
Where you are,
is the place
that I seek from afar.
This times ours,
forever we stand
heart to heart.
What is constant in a world of moments,production is in abundance yet so many are still hopeless?So what is always in a world of ‘never’in a world of sometimes,what’s forever?Dreamt a thousand dreams.Hoped forevermore,for brighter days for the pooror just a chance at it,a shot at a future, a slice of hope,because while at times it shines here,the rains been constantand the joy has always been brief,yet the pains so constant.
𝒜𝓈𝓎𝒶 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝐵𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝐼𝓃 𝒲❁𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇
