Addressing the Mortal

Hug your curse of damnation,
Sway in the sick storm of life,
Clutch the rope to salvation,
Or plummet through pits of strife.

Don't test my wits now mortal,
I know of pain and penance,
Your cry sounds as your hurdle,
And your struggle never ends.

You may draw the path you want,
But would not purchase a map,
Yet got your two cents to flaunt,
You lay in such human trap.

Warriors with excuses,
Waver with swords of blunt edge,
And the jester amuses,
With tales of fools that they fetch.

Now I can ring you a bell,
So you hear how battles fail,
Echoes of war got too swell,
Leaving their stories no trail.

To understand your weakness,
Feel the wrath of your own might,
To see within your darkness,
And cast a beacon of light.

You roar for what destiny,
With waves on this shallow pond,
Why seek immortality,
When you can seek the beyond.

You being blessed with your curse,
Go let the beast awaken,
Have to be patient yet terse,
To tame the force forsaken.

Reviews

[Ankita Dwivedi]

the pointlessness of war , with sharp biting sarcasm and brilliant rhyme scheme . i am a fan of your work already ! looking forward to reading a lot more by you , keep safe and smiling .
XO

[Archishman Rick]

Thank you very much for your warm and thoughtful review, friend. Wish you all things good. :)

[Just Kim]

Love your last stanza, this is written so well, I like the way that you write.

[Archishman Rick]

Thanks friend, honoured to hear that. :)