Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
What are we looking for, what reigns in me When we are empty, we ask for a king A king that reflects are inner most desires A most sovereign one cast our enemies into the fire A longing to worship the idol inside The merciless ruler that conspires and lies A promise to lift us up on mountains most high Forsaking humility with a lustful eye Because you don’t know what you seek You whistle for the wolves and pretend it’s sheep Your disease wants more, it’s dug in deep The mask you wear doesn’t hide your sleep It is gold we are after and all that shines bright Our pockets are heavy but our souls are light This weight keeps our feet glued to the floor With our Earthly treasures our image adorned Peace is for the foolish, it reigns naught The cross over my heart is rusted wrought Out of the refiners fire I melt away My sanctuary on sand is where I come to lay Because you don’t know what you seek You whistle for the wolves and pretend it’s sheep Your disease wants more, it’s dug in deep The mask you wear doesn’t hide your sleep
0
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
Inward Bound
What are we looking for, what reigns in me When we are empty, we ask for a king A king that reflects are inner most desires A most sovereign one cast our enemies into the fire A longing to worship the idol inside The merciless ruler that conspires and lies A promise to lift us up on mountains most high Forsaking humility with a lustful eye Because you don’t know what you seek You whistle for the wolves and pretend it’s sheep Your disease wants more, it’s dug in deep The mask you wear doesn’t hide your sleep It is gold we are after and all that shines bright Our pockets are heavy but our souls are light This weight keeps our feet glued to the floor With our Earthly treasures our image adorned Peace is for the foolish, it reigns naught The cross over my heart is rusted wrought Out of the refiners fire I melt away My sanctuary on sand is where I come to lay Because you don’t know what you seek You whistle for the wolves and pretend it’s sheep Your disease wants more, it’s dug in deep The mask you wear doesn’t hide your sleep
Written by
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem