Every moment is like sordid acts of desperation,
So gone the hour of sojourn
As I labor in the midst of this rundown inspiration.
I know life is one of trial and error
But when all hope is gone,
Faith slowly turns into terror.
Pain combs through my restless heart
I’m lost, buried beneath the rubble of space and time,
Back and forth between betrayal and hurt
I’m consumed by the dark, with no reason or rhyme.
I dive deep into myself, deep into my soul,
Hoping to find my centre
And the great light that will forever make me whole.
Strength, honor, courage and pride
These codes of great valor
That I now must live by and abide.
Strange days, stranger ways,
But the noble heart must defy all the odds,
In this misty maze of right and wrong,
No amnesty to the ways of black dogs.
Must keep my eyes open, my instinct sharp
And align my soul into the light,
No matter how the test of time ghosts up
I’ll do what is right.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
Copyright © Obaidur Rahman | Year Posted 2013
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