![]() Ecce HomoA Poem by Laz K.Aches
and pains lasso the wild horses of the mind Herding
them back to their stables where they Stare
at the walls ruminating, twitching, alone. The
fields and their flowers in the sun are a memory, The
hooves sinking in the sand are a distant dream. A
world once wide shrinks and now is held Captive
within one’s cold, sweaty skin. It’s
all here, within these bounds: A
feverish tropics, a freezing arctic, A
desert devoid of life, and a deaf and mute sky. What
is man, but a painted thought, or A
mask on a face no one has ever seen. A
misty cloud, though compelled by law to rise, Bound
to a lifeless rock, doomed to live Through
eons and ages and not grow wise. © 2024 Laz K. |
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Added on June 18, 2024 Last Updated on August 21, 2024 Author
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