![]() Ignis Fatuus - 'Will O' the Wisp'A Poem by Christopher Michael SmithIf I give this to you
Do not drop it It will break Keep it for safety's sake... Perhaps it is the key To unlock that certain something in me Cluster of trials Trials to be... Beaten down by those with no upper hand just a delusion spanked into the head being taken to the streets hear the shots bang; 1, 2, 3 child deserving death for something he could never reckon with so much confusion innocense shot dead flee this skin this dire emergency pain is revolving what's the worst in me? It is not through yet another breath of all this bullshit I've been given and all that I have dealt ... It's for the best I tell myself if it is not real it is not felt... I'll hide the rest No one will tell it's all for me this is my hell... I appreciate the offer but I'm doomed to fail I created this boarded jail cell... For what I've done and whom I've scarred for all the untruths in my name have been marked... Take this with you to the heavens afar purify their sanctity and capture its art... Once these burdens are free I can be all of me for all of you shedding these layers inviting within something new... I'm putting my old self to rest covering up the coffin accepting the new with its death in order to evolve; it is what's best... Thank you for you I wouldn't want anything more if you drop me, surely I shatter to shards... Life will be my counterattack Blinding words from my scars Life will be so much better With the universe and stars... O' cosmos vacuum of deep Watch out for me Cradle me as I sleep.... There is a lot ahead a road defacing if it comes from your hand I'm all for the taking... Surely know this is the hardest test but with a helping hand maybe clear this mess... O' cosmos vacuum of deep cradle me tighter the deeper I sleep. © 2010 Christopher Michael Smith |
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Added on May 31, 2010 Last Updated on May 31, 2010 Author![]() Christopher Michael SmithClinton, NCAboutEgo sum qui sum - 'I am what I am' Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watc.. more..Writing
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