A Drop Of SalineA Poem by Devinked7115Blessed like all. My share of His greatness.When I was young I cried - Not because I wanted any attention. I didn't cry for candy nor dresses, Not for playmates nor toys. When I was young I cried - After reading Thy revelation, That we are instruments, so blessed - A ceramic in a hollowed mold. I remember asking my mom, Telling her what sense is there- Driving in a winding road, With predestined traffic lights. I was naive but i heard a hum - Of untamed curiosity and fear, So the book i kept unfold.... As years drive this nuisance wight. Years went on, and ashes passed before me, And each time death knocks like a scream - I kneel in surrender, with a selfish plea, "God, I'm not done, please keep it green!" Until now I cry, No longer young, but humbled to be wise... How beautiful the surface with grotesque depth. How life is a tragedy behind the masquerade. But still I try, To unlock answers behind the patterned lies... To search for truth as desiring music to the deaf, Not in fallacy of what was passed and made. I am no saint. I'm definitely a sinner - Just like everyone else. But the conquest of being a dreamer - Makes anyone, something else. © 2017 Devinked7115 |
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Added on January 26, 2017 Last Updated on January 26, 2017 AuthorDevinked7115Auckland, New ZealandAbout''No theory of life seemed to be of any importance compared with life itself'' -Oscar Wilde I am a novice writer. In fact, this is the first time I stepped out of my comfort zone to write boldly.. more..Writing
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