Languish
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The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.
By Mahatma Gandhi
Sheer sneaking swallowing my sigh, sooty sky, unaware,
The lion's might had dwindled to that of a little mouse.
Vibes can be outspoken, yet fate is tying me in despair.
Everything in my universe revolves around my house.
Once I had insight, dark languid dashes shed no light.
Once I had hope, but a haze of hankering hides my sight.
Once I had the birthright, yet a black beam binds blight.
I shed my inner tears while feeling a sense of peace.
We pray every night that the slaughter will cease.
We yell as the world spins, and sanity is a flimsy fleece.
We yell as worry claws its way up the mask we wear.
Fearful of a skewed worldview and warped brain douse.
Yet, we might be asleep if the world were to end tonight.
If crisis slips, the dove may put his bill to lock a lease.
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 14, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'L' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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