Freefall
Clarity comes and goes like a prize to be had
Fleeting moments of happiness, hours spent sad
To seek its return brings sorrow as goodness turns bad
Contentment seems lost in the past or in dreams that I’ve had
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Searching for all you’ve not got can be labelled as greed
Live for the moment, not questing for all that you need
Desire to be all that you can flickers dimly, in deed
Emptiness quenches the flow, no emotions to bleed
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Pages of script from a book as you dance to lifes tune
Faith has no hand for to play like the cast of a rune
No patron nor matron to guide you, no silvered spoon
Lost in the Sands of Time obscured by the dune
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Will faith play a hand will it colour the choices you make
Do the cries of the damned forever expand in their wake
Is hope yet enough to sustain you and all you forsake
Will faith quell the flames from devouring you there at the stake
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Where did it go wrong life seems as fickle as Hell
And how will it end God only knows time will tell
Deafened by sounds of despair like the Toll of the bell
At the ever increasing sound of your own Death Knell
Copyright © Peter Walsh | Year Posted 2014
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