Drugged zombies…haunted by stained compassion… and passion
Licking black blood… of illusion… and confusion
Reciting dead prayers…both symbolic… and hyperbolic!
Dancing in toxins…all ionic… and chronic!
But now…it’s too late…all sanity gone… foregone!
Cockroaches on heat…in dark love “spark”
Scampering for cover…from light each night
Cramped in cracks…no space for race
Dreaming of morsels…in bins of sins!
But now…it’s too late… all guilt drank… sank!
Champion stallion…amused by a colt’s revolt
Trotting in leisure...laughing at filly’s willy
Pacing down-slope…as a rider’s strider
Galloping away… from a mare’s stare
But now…it’s too late…all hooves torn… worn!
Sweet Katrina gone insane…now a hurricane!
Carefree agitations….as night time erections!
Married to Sarus cranes…mating in murky lanes
Leaking nest unthatched…cursed eggs unhatched
But now…it’s too late…all wings broken…heartbroken!
2011©Meshack Sewe
hmmm....in life,when our wicked ways, secret schemes, or shameless pride take us too far , too far to appreciate others for their worthiness...too far to recover all those we have lost...a time comes for paying the full price...when it's TOO LATE ...so, beware!...before it's too late!...
12 comments:
Is it ever too late?!
hmm...thanks for the visit...and yes lorely, if we waste too much time...if we take too long to make a mends...there is an "expiry date" for everything...so, time should always guide us...before it's too late!
This poem is beautiful, with such vivid imagery and beautifully crafted lines.
light from each night and colt's revolt i liked best of all. very nicely written.
thanX B utterly 4r visiting my blog farm and patching on it's flowers... painting them bright!...@ Ellen...it feels beautiful to hear that...thnx u..@ Pilolla,..hmm... I'm so much glad...thanx 4r that & 4r passing by..
Wow there's a lot here with some really awesome internal rhyming and play on words, sorry I haven't stopped by sooner.
It's nice hearing from you rch..thanks...well, I'm a poor slave of rhymes...& playing with words is part of my crimes!!
sometimes we let things happen until its too late..out of habit, circumstances or shear lethargy ! very nicely written poem, I must say !
Sometimes we realize it's too late, hopefully we will react faster to that gut feeling next time.
Nitin and fransk, I can't agree with you more. Many thanks indeed for visiting and dropping great comments!
Powerful image.
Powerful comment Peaches...many thanks indeed.
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