Standstill
A moment comes,
A life turns,
Like a knife it turns,
So deep to hold
So intense like a smashed cork in the eye
A hit that drains smiles
A feeling of shiver on winter
A time comes that one opts for a rest.
That better could life pile the file
That a nonstop sleep could do better
When it takes a new path
Showing a new fierce look
Friends leave untold
Success sucks the sense off the fence
The taste of tasteless
Its real,real as RE is,
That life shits on all, none dies a virgin
We all are hit hard and hurt
But this means not the end
For an end ain't an end while 'b' exists
And never done while you can eliminate the 'd'
For long we blind our eyes with tears
We mist our vision and lose our focus
We miss the sight of light to fight on
We lose chances of change for a better
For a clogged mindset is a log to let in a thought.
Doing more harm than arms do.
Copyright © Amos Kagiri | Year Posted 2016
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