Congrats Heman Penning As Pope Benedict
Commotion in and out of seasons
Opening of ancient doors, both with
Nuances and ignorance that birthed
Guilt and sorrow, both in latter and former days
Reverence to self-adjustments in doing what is within reach,
Ambient in thumbing up and drumming
Terrestrial support, self-budding to nail adequate audience
So promising, yet disappointing outcome from presumptive
Hue of energy embolden, desperately reaching for
Ethereal space only habitable by the gods who
Menacingly stare at me, abutting my way to perfection,
Advocating against my weak defenseless case against
Naked and plain uninformed jury
Pope up questions and cross-examinations,
Efflux of what just isn’t justice ringing in my ear to have
Never tasted luck, created luck, nor served luckily
Naivety chewing me into tiny bites, laying bare
Information I could die for, mounting
Gravid last testament to my repute protect
Acrimoniously sewing lie for lie, a truth here and there
So that the parchment birthed trust in my credit
Perennial loser I vowed never to be
Opting in and out of knee to neck trouble
Paying homage to known destinations of losers
Excellently niffed and their pathetic sojourn cut short
Been a journey, the famous thousand miles and counting,
Excruciating, sometimes darting in shadows, gasping for breathe
Never saw victory coming, even for a short while
Endangered and engulfed with predators of hope
Desperately dodging their arrows and darts from their
Inbuilt quiver of burning anguish and sadist vile
Congruent to the prey’s plan of aversion, if only
Time could fly and carry me to my destination of rest
Copyright © Real Heman | Year Posted 2022
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