Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Bitter Circumlocution

Bitter Circumlocution

Time is short and running out, on those of us who live in doubt

Of the purpose we are born, and the truth for which we’ve sworn

To always follow and receive, and not refuse, but to believe

With all our earnest, stone like hearts, which melt in pieces every part

As we go each day about, swimming constant in and out, of peaceful waters streaming fast, and burning hells we move on past

Touching not their fickle flames, and wearing not their filthy chains

Which seek to bind us to the ground, and drag us further, down, down, down…

Into the graves for which we’re bound, to fall into without a sound

Warning us off a quick demise, which hides within the bed of lies, they all make up with foolish dreams that fall apart right at the seams

Just as they pick each crooked path, with no great thought to who was last

To travel down the winding road, which leads straight to a dark abode

In which they cannot ever thrive, for none within are left alive

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

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