"imperiling" poems
Gunshot straight at one’s own head
This is not a Russian Roulette,
but a game that aims to forget - for its chambers
each loaded with a bullet.
No point in spinning the cylinder
At any rate, she will pull the trigger.
Gunshot straight at one’s own head
For all the guilt and regret
That will endlessly chase until the last gasp for air
Imperiling; Suffocating
Gunshot straight at one’s own head
For all the shared walks and late night talks
Of faded moments of laughter and giggles
Of traded sentiments trapped in an instance of felicity.
Gunshot straight at one’s own head
For all the petty fights and struggling rights.
Words trip through disheveling minds
falling into a pit of abysmal distress.
Gunshot straight at one’s own heart
For this undying, imperishable memories
Not even a bullet and its fast-paced release
could make it vanish..
And now I ran out of ammos.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
Kindness falls on shards of steel
Panic keens the blade
But honesty in question
Betrays all promise made
For fortitude, ungarnished,
Is but a temple wrong
Where lies impel the message
And evil sings the song.
Averted eyes may wander
Consciences may sway,
Intentions good, meander,
To weave another day
But deep within there’s something
That keeps the ship afloat
Despite the mighty tempest
Imperiling the moat.
Belief, a comprehension,
Defined as solid stone
To fortify the weaknesses
Of sins, unatoned.
Convince us of salvation
As promised in the book
Yet leaves a blank confusion
Near everywhere we look.
What chance, my friend,
Beseech thee,
Remains for mortal man
With contradiction epic
Right throughout the moral span?
With greed and lust pervading
And sanctioned, thus OK,
By egocentric leaders
Who promulgate decay?
Wherefore do we seek to tread?
How long can it last?
Wherefore can we place our trust
In this false die, now caste?
Look around you, brothers,
Open up your gaze,
See through the mist of subterfuge
The slime within the haze.
I challenge, are you satisfied,
Do you see your future here?
Or do you, deep within the crystal ball,
Perceive the Devil’s leer?
M.
28 October 2019
Planet Earth.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC