Bruised Star

BRUISED STAR You can not make omelette Without breaking some eggs, There is no Star Without a scar And the indelible scar Of every sky-laid star Keeps him on a par With them who holds power; Power to a creative clay Is power kept in a boxed explosive Which births the rise And fall of men. Human is not an error But to error is human, Swept sparingly away In flooding ferocious sins, Aeons of unrepenting pains Foolish tattered tears Coated with swirling fears, Fog of confusion gathers momentum, Heard from the blackened bars, Parted were the dark clouds As the plethora of light pierces. Stars can't shine without darkness But in their stride They take all the rain daggers To become the hero That create a legacy And rewrite history Without a pen. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © 2015