Our Direst Straight

Our Direst Straight

A Poem by emipoemi

Some Sisyphus now struggles up the hill,
And still not see his gruelling torture end;
Some Jack now falls from having failed his Jill;
Some Simon turns to call the darkness friend!
A flower ere in bloom is on the wane;
A tree in silence falls, and left to die;
A shadow blankly wanders in the rain;
A shimmer flickers with a stifled sigh.
A pilgrim walks a road he had not built,
From lacking means to frame and form his own.
He bears the burden of another’s guilt,
For which he by his will cannot atone.
The world but colours what it wants to show,
And leaves the rest without the hope to glow.


© 2017 emipoemi

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Added on December 1, 2017
Last Updated on December 1, 2017
Tags: poetry, poem, solemn, philosophical. sonnet, hardships



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