Uncertainty

Is my heart truly on focus
Just as d circle and her locus
I see the shadow of my snoring soul
lying helpless like a corpse in the snow
The mundane prides in many colors
and the blind keeps company silent murmurs
wild winds sends fear to the ship on sail
the agony of my inmate heart weeps for bail
Death has constantly looked apparent
as worlds currencies bid under torrent
Nelson Mandela could not finish the story
Did Micheal Jackson if he leave in a hurry?
I quickly retire to my body as morning come
for i need strength like that in the Bull’s horn
Soon silent noise comes with the cool evening wind
i try to focus and know my next life’s hint
By: Nedukems

 

 

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