Inside, I stumble, my drunken soul, threatens to wither
Breathless, my eyes I close, life’s puzzles I dither
On a singing clock, blankly, I plant my naked stare
Its shouting voice, gives my closed ears a sweet scare
Ooh how rocky is my tour with no souvenir to show!
If everything takes time, why mine forever slow?
On a crying bed, I whisper, shouting to my sinking self
My thoughts, tuneless as a musician’s forgotten clef
On a calendar, my eyes meander, on a number, they rest
For the ordained, time is ripe, for harvest, at its best
Sighs and yawns I drink, my soul, feeding on wonder…
Questioning why the waiting must be weighty and longer
Guessing, in vain, why life hasn't plucked my chord
Blaming angels whose favors I have forever failed to afford
Then on my side, I turn, seducing my eyes to take a look…
My hands, hopelessly, I stretch, and behold…I find a Holy Book
At peace I feel, on my chest, my Bible, my Quran, I hold
Now I know, I have to hold on....I have to be bold
Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe
(Trials & Hope......My personal journey to personal reflections....and personal reconciliation...)
6 comments:
I love it Great Post! seems like we all experience this at one point or another.
Thanks pal....indeed we are all victims of Universal Human Experiences(UHE)..at one point or another...hmmmmm
That was quite beautiful!
Many thanks Katherine.
the angels grace we failed to afford...beautiful...i am a new follower
Welcome Angel-Star...I'm honored to have you as a follower...and lots of thanks for the comment.
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