Would you dare to run a naked verse
Spend a few lines of prose immersed
Give a second to a heart's bruised purse
Count it lottery driven
This lot was your's but you've given it up
I find that even while this verse has run deep
My hands cannot keep up
They refuse to compete
My heart is heavy from night's talk and speak
I wish that for a change that I would meet
But the truth is told in fear and love
Why would thou be merry
When thy heart's a glove
They spirit incensed at the night's declaration
And yet the last few night's a different dedication
I wish that I may
I wish that I might
Yet in this life wishes only pass as prayers deep into the night
For this night I pray no decision be made
Let my heart prove my faith
Let not the words be dismayed
But I cannot say the scenes my heart would play
Even before written verse it played out this way
My hearts and diamonds were clubbed to pieces
A joker stole a spade and draped my hands in feces
I then awoke to a dream stranger than the life left
Three by one and yet identity was by theft
No where in that story have you played a major part
Except the antagonist prodding deeper and deeper into the shallow part
Henceforth this night I am left to question this life away
Should I run more towards this naked verse
Or by faith should I stay?
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