Wailing of An Impaired Being
I despair from the invisible thorns,
Inflicted on me by the forces of hurt
I desire to flee beyond,
from within the ****** of crossroads
Sweet pain!
I've come to see.
I’m trapped in a fortress as thick as steel
The puzzle called earth plays me, like poker
I flaunt my guts in a minute entity
I flex my panache to few and sundry
The gods have smiled,
But I’ve laughed yet not
I’m prepared, I know
But they think otherwise.
The saints have sang
But the rhythm still plays.
I’m sensitive, so I feel everything
In the sense of it, and beyond of it
My time is served
But the shackles stay clasped
My wings and cape were made to soar
Un-glue me from my cubicle in hell’s pit
Whose tears do I shed?
Who is the snail in front of me?
On the one-track path to light
Yearn has become my alias
I know, I know
Patience is the watchword
But even her, lacks perfection
My case just might be an exception
Oh King of us
What are your thoughts?
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