30/07/2018 – Rarely do I write what I perceive to be poetry. This lil’ thing was hanging around in my notes for a while; on a fresh glance, it seemed kinda beautiful. I’ve been meaning to write a ‘meaningful’ blog post but procastination has been winning the battle. So, until brewing is complete, this will have to suffice.
Looking down the barrel of life
What greets you, eh o’mighty?
Everlasting grace; never-ending smite,
or something not yet bespoken?
Who are we to crave, to utter a single word?
Look down, mind your business – move along.
Yet, here we are, in need of need,
yet has it even befallen?
Judge me no more, let me be
or set me back to naught
Disappear I will, to the eternal never-after,
and shan’t lust till called.
Who are we to crave, to think a thought or two
Look down, mind your business – go your way.
Yet, here we are, in need of soul,
yet, will we ever be…