BELIEVING EDITED

 Amen.

To prayers, wants and whims or the cravings that came through

To myriad other thirsts, itches, and lusts not gotten; lost like in daily dew

Eloping as unfulfilled appetition; winged, chased by wicked day sun ray

Leaving hollow bowel filled with the emptiness of all wants:

That you are pursuantly high, dry, and weakened to have.         

 

Another amen.

To successful sweep away broken pieces: leaving this portrait that remains

The fundamental needs, and not wants; the vanity of societal enslaving lures

The prescription where one unfulfillment pigeonholes one’s destiny or Being

In a knot finely rung to keep us all in our places; damned:

No compensation.

 

That is us in the abyss.

Where lives and living outside the prescription leads to further dejection

Threatening bleakness with slamming gravel to extinguish lives of light

At this point of a shackle, longingly chained, the writhing for want intensifies

Our voiceless voices are amiss, milling millions screaming:

For the want redemption.

 

In our shackles.

All those nearby us we know should know better, telling us it is temporal

And we know it is a sham, shaming us into despairing, driving deeper into

Such darkness where desolation thrives and evil sinks its claw bottomless

Yet, if at this point, we remain alive and living; and have coped:

No more tears to shed.

 

Then time it is.

For a changed narrative; for the debase that is our despair will stay relentless

Leading to the route of insanity; thoroughfare to brainless broken byway where

Be swift to take a turn to a pathway grounded in determination to break free

End the lust after cupidity, shut off the nuzzle of the wanton longings:

Leading nowhere or be damned.

 

Face it, and you are not alone.

Lives and things may not have turned out on the prayed-after credit and gifts.

The truth is that the painful reality of life's unjust and unfairness will never disappear.

So is the staying power of being strong, resilient, striving, surviving, and upsurge.

With the doggedness of a survivor whose tailored gains exceed the devoirs

 

When they thought to turn your phantom of humour to failure, you triumphed

But, be warned, even victory needs not only to be sustained but be maintained

So, on this road you stepped, whenever you run into the rough sea,

Know this,

It is never the end of the road, but a bend, leading to promising plausible possibilities.

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