Incarcerated
The silent implosion of an unwanted notion,
that chisels the surface of a mind still in growth.
the dormant progress of life still in motion
will mold the clad fist that grabs at your throat
the illusion of silver at the crease of a spoon
will drip over flames in remote solitude.
thrash at the door that holds you enslaved
and reach for the hand, rattling keys to this cage.
breath the corruption through cracks in the door
as the keepers pace by to torment and ignore
the boards of a surface that reek of yourself
the surface of grief, with no grounds for remorse.
deng boro we teki, sa no mek gie 'u sref.
na presiri mo shie, in a einde 'fa dey.
dragged to the edge of a pending disaster
spawns the urge for survival,
and regrettable actions
drink of the blood, that yielded your life.
and find your own refuge, in an imbrued fight
line the new stones, on the path of your stride.
and forge your devotion, scratching vile delight.
The aversion will fade, as demands will be met
martinets will cower under blankets of spit
through the guising of schemes, and hidden agendas
they feed off the weak, and blend with the pious
come the evil we loathe, and unjustified splendor
to this we will toast, thus falls the creator
splendor in waves, and layers of vengeance
to break down the walls, that harbor our nascence
to stand for the fallen, who wear their boot prints
and have taken the bullet of their malevolence.
aim for the king, and the army will flee.
to leave thrones abandoned, and the world in wanting.
Copyright © Devin Chehin | Year Posted 2013
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