The Elder Scroll
Standing at the dawn of war
Sometimes i feel thats all i was made for
I look within thyself and see the folds of black
Its sinking in now leaking out
2000 years since the slaughter
The precipice does draw near
The law of time took its route
Nothing left do i fear
This is personal
People carry me around their neck or inside there pouch
What i speak of is the robbing of my personality
They fill me into there agenda like prisoners of doubt
Who am i?
Before the end youl soon find out
Slaughter your ideal Christ by the breathe of my mouth
You have yet to here me shout
When the game is over
Im not the one that will strike out
Rest is hard to find when the venom does seep
One of the reasons i stay up and write poetry
Slowly breathing out the heat
Among me my bretheren feel defeat
Sometimes i wish they could see what i see
Yes i hold the scroll but the price does take a toll
To know you are invinsible does not make you bold
But through the pain its truth within you grows
Will you gave the courage to leave what you have?
And find your soul?
Something i questioned myself
on the search to fill my hearts hole
Some kind of empty space that widens as i grow old
Is it supposed to be there?
And will i ever know?
Regardless i will never sell my soul
But the blackness has grabbed hold
Purpose find me even if its at the end of the road
End the grief of one of the many tortured souls
I dont write for attention but so my reflection can show
Hard to see the real me in this prophecy
That this..
elder scroll.. knows
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment