For rights and slights,
To quell other’s mights,
More fights ensue.
But, while the world’s
Busy setting fires,
There are those
Whose fights turn dire.
Of the world, of the day,
The gloom that won’t stay away,
Time and again, they tire.
What doth thou speak of?
I know no success,
In a weeping world.
I know no euphoria
Amongst bleeding hands.
The day we each
Be the other’s saving grace,
The time when
No fight’s insurmountable,
Shall I laud this world
For its success.
Carry my thoughts to faithful ears
Let them heed to what others won’t say.
Poised with a line, equipped with a speech
Listen close, for it’ll make you sigh.
Broken words uttered on a whim
Roam the earth with no where to go.
I gather them all and thread a story
With a hint of truth and a dash of fiction
A tale that will make you sorry.
But hesitate not, and come closer
My feelings won’t be any bitter.
Listen close, listen now
There’s a song that no one’s sung.
I hang onto languid threads
Wishing you’d wipe away my dreads.
Down into the ravine,
Headfirst fell my impression of thine.
In fact, truth be told
I ne’er should’ve let you enfold
The warrior that beats within me
The one that you preyed on incessantly.
Give me a chance, oh Lord and I will
Redo my life without a culprit I could ne’er kill.