That level of disgust, my spirit resents the pleasure of my flesh
What distinction lies between the Spirit and the flesh?
Though together yet they are always at war about everything even life.
As the flesh is to die and the Spirit is to live.
This body of mine goes astray and my Spirit is made prisoner.
Behind the walls of the flesh,
A king made captive and lost its throne to lust.
In whisper they share and argue, as slave and master.
What wondering thought causes this illusion?
But the desires of the flesh are no doubt misleading and endless
Daring to do that which has never been done
Admitting that you are lost is a way forward
This is the cross road where you find your way back
Like a child running free in the midst of a multitude
The point of grey denial where the truth is forbidden
Yet the lie hurts more, speaking of the unknown
The facades of unquenched fear
Broken pieces of illuminated whisper
A wish that it would have been kept secret and not been told
Eavesdropping constantly yielding denial
A bountiful harvest of mistrust and praise
Yet it is not corrected
Rejection sets in as the truth is revealed.
A craving for pain rather than to exfoliate it
Illuminated picture of destruction is displayed in array
The lights fade gradually and losing your path is guaranteed
The dull sheets to cover didn’t help either
This is a heart check, not with the usual doctor’s appointment
No more tears, not because the tear glands ain’t working
But because its finished and none left to pour.
Sleep where art thou? It’s been stolen.
Set loose the watch guard called conscience
It seems it has lost its position to betrayal
The mocking laughter of guilt is loud as grieve take its toil
Mischief calls but truth is far from reach.
Delusional is the report brought to the war front of acceptance
Even the heart looses it beat to every passing second
The hour glass is set in place and the countdown begins.
The light fades gradually and darkness rejoices
Daylight is decades away from the present
A sign of hope arises
A decision to keep beating till at last help comes.
The right to let go or hold or to hold on
With every time taken to stay alive and take back revenge
Light beckons and life responds
It was no mistake that it was kept in the dark
Collision of the highest secrets
I’ve been lost even in the words that I have spoken.
I plead my cause to eviction as I may hurt even myself
Do not judge me just yet.
Walk with me and see the path I walked in
See through my eyes and let me know if I’m guilty
My misdeed was searching for love in the gallows of hate,
To compensate the wrong that has been done to me.
Forgiveness has a grip on me
I stake my life to it that it cannot be easily forgotten