I have got feathers in my cap,stars in my eyes,
Yet my feet bleed, encrusted with sores.
For walking this parched land.
A journey so long
Unfulfilled.
A thirst so strong,
Unquenched.
My hands are sore,
They ache,
Pushing against these walls;
Of stone,eternal,layered,
One after the other,
Like huge waves in a deep blue,green sea.
A fight against the waves,
Trying to survive,
Holding to a drifting piece of wood,
Clutching a broken straw hat,
Trying to reach a shore
With pieces of my shipwreck
Behind me!
Yes, the incessant Sun
Of my life shines down on me.
Brazenly burning
Gashing , lancinating, flogging
Writing it's own bloody stories
Gory poems on my body,
A flesh so weak!
How can it carry the yolk of humanity?
Whence it cannot carry the burden of purity of it's own soul!
How can it breathe free
Survive a lifetime journey on this earth?
When it cannot carry the crown of glory of it's creation!
The glory of it's creation of it's thought and spirit!
Yet my feet bleed, encrusted with sores.
For walking this parched land.
A journey so long
Unfulfilled.
A thirst so strong,
Unquenched.
My hands are sore,
They ache,
Pushing against these walls;
Of stone,eternal,layered,
One after the other,
Like huge waves in a deep blue,green sea.
A fight against the waves,
Trying to survive,
Holding to a drifting piece of wood,
Clutching a broken straw hat,
Trying to reach a shore
With pieces of my shipwreck
Behind me!
Yes, the incessant Sun
Of my life shines down on me.
Brazenly burning
Gashing , lancinating, flogging
Writing it's own bloody stories
Gory poems on my body,
A flesh so weak!
How can it carry the yolk of humanity?
Whence it cannot carry the burden of purity of it's own soul!
How can it breathe free
Survive a lifetime journey on this earth?
When it cannot carry the crown of glory of it's creation!
The glory of it's creation of it's thought and spirit!
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