Shadows

A Poem by Apollos

Is what follows you who you are?

I’m in the Shadows.
I can’t even see.
You sound like me.
But I can’t even breathe.

Lungs filled with tar.
Flesh parroting there’s Jafar.
Jumanji I’m Robin The Rock like His Will out of stock.
Checking the clock, time running out,
Been keeping this ship, sinking in the dock.

Sin has been hitting the spot.
Target on comfort cause ambition has dropped.
Don’t know when I’ll stop.
Giving life to what’s not.

Address this country like Barrack.
Biden my time serving a foreign master who dictates how I should pastor.
Lack your Cat in the Hat imaginary actors.
Vaccine passport I take this virus through my sinus and I proclaim Your Highness.

Blessed are the pure in thought.
Sought The Lord and can see with perfect vision.
A dystopian prison is how our leaders have got us living.
I’m tired of being angry at things that got me simping.

Always limping through life claiming my cramp is due to my unforgiveness.
When will I believe that Jehovah will be my Witness?
I’m listless as my fitness has not been exercising His glory.
Who deems himself holy?

Why don’t you show me what yo life look like towards the lowly?
Why don’t you present your case slowly and allow others to articulate fully?
Why don’t you emulate what you expect out of a mate?
Check to see that you’re not a Pharisee or maybe you eating that pig slop cause you’re using your inheritance to advance your arrogance.

I got a revelation on darkened persuasions.
They rot you cause life is not.
No Word in you, this world got you seeing dots.
Time to contemplate how you define your fate and shadow The Boss.