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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