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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Pray, I await for when you would hold my hand in yours I await for when I would feel the warmth of it And just know That somehow, the skies, like me, are appeased! Our souls shall be forgiven, for whatever it was that We did, it does not matter anymore What matters is that we shall be granted an entry Back to that place where the Gods reside Where birds talk and where flowers read Where butterflies dance and where lovers, like you and I Take in lungfuls of sparkling dust, Meant to have us fly high on ecstatic clouds, Immersed in the joy of our well being, And in the aknowledgment of our celebrated love! Pray, I await, with the rhythms of misery pulsating loud in me For when you shall tie my hair to yours So that when the God of Doom would come to Earth To kill the Evil hovering around, He would see us, recognise us, as the lovers so in love With each other since times immemorial and having inhabited All the realms of the universe, in all life forms And he would help us, to climb the ladders of purity To reach safety while abashing on the rest, his weapons of doom! Pray, the rhythms of misery are played in me by the demons Who gather their strength in the display of the illusory Maya world They tell me that faith can be shaken, that it can be false and misleading That my heart can end up broken, that I can get shattered into pieces As you might not wish to save me, by holding my hands in yours! Pray, have I claimed to adhered blinded faith to the skies To obey have I pledged, even if that would require Being a human bait, a human shield, a human sacrifice, But, if you hold not my hands into yours, I shall turn my back to the skies And I shall flee to there where souls suffer constantly Without ever having any scope to even hope to be saved! Misery pulsates its beats in me still My belief in my own faith keeps it in place for now My endurance is not limitless, I am frail, I am bloomed, I am awakened, I am your conscience, While you shall be my Existence, Together, we shall write, for this Earth, Its next chapter! Written for Misery Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh Written on 28th Dec 2018
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