If the World Was Round
IF THE WORLD WAS ROUND
Yesterday, it came raining and shinning
As water dropped off the face of a sun:
the sun I first met in my brother's eyes
When mama left with blessings unpoken,
the kind of sun that rose, and never set-
and hid its dark spots under its beams
Suddenly, a beast rose above the skies
And we all crawled onto our tongues-
In a silence as cold and hard as snow
Where we sat and watched the sun melt.
I ran like a venom through my own body
And found an end; a sharp, narrow edge
But if the world was round, and you ran
Thousands and millions of miles away
From the bed mama soaked her blood
Questing for some beauties of the stars
That turned colourful butterflies overnight
Someday, you should settle with your fate
If the world was round, and you believed
That what went around would surely come
Someday, you would find what was yours
And build castles on rocks, in your name,
And in the brilliant legacies of your father,
For the journey would be an endless tour
But the world was square, with corners
And edges, and vertexes- sharp as blades.
A world of lost opportunity, forever gone.
A world where hopes are for the pussies.
And zillion unfulfilled dreams, as cobwebs
On walls of scary and choking memories
Copyright © Micheal Ace | Year Posted 2017
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