OutilA Poem by Rene SalinasBeat PoetryTears of intent fall on precipitous lament; irradiating disbelief, going far beyond the human condition; distended hope of divisions respect the moment and mourn, but Death? Is not welcome today. An uninvited presence has ploughed through the frailty of being human--seeded desecration and left it to grow; defying the mould of human flesh. Revenge, splatters onto those walls of beliefs. Ignorance has been cast on all things absolute and we sustain it in our gaze--we stare onto a distant oblivion where the state of being dead resides as a non-sensory matter. Beneath: The wind--a helpless desire The seas--in turmoil without reprieveI hope The Skies learn to pity me. © 2016 Rene SalinasAuthor's Note |
StatsAuthorRene SalinasDerby, Derbyshire, United KingdomAboutA moral misunderstanding, a clash, is out of the question between people who are morally free. Only one who is morally unfree, who obeys bodily instincts or conventional demands of duty, turns away fr.. more..Writing
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