Metanoia?
Maybe it’s the time to quit and hit the gates
Exit and forget, destroy the hidden wealth
What’s the use of living if we all die in the end?
Certainly I’m a confused child
Born with a crude smile
Questions with answers but are light years apart
Intuitions and man’s desires bedazzle one’s heart
Crippled and mauled by race of mankind
No man is kind; to spot one is a rare find
Prove the lines wrong, amaze my intellect
Lure me into faith, diffuse your precepts
Perhaps, and only perhaps I shall deem
Redeem thyself, maybe and only maybe
A sudden metanoia is possible perchance
Chase my ego, my pride, my arrogance
And yeah, I’ll give you a chance
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ReplyDeletehey, i love this one. I think you're a great writer.I'll keep on reading your poems. :)
ReplyDeleteHey.. what distiguishes literature from a tabloid is the emotions conveyed and how was it done.. I think the pais you fell now is nothing compared to what "answer" you would get in the end.. Remember my friend, "when it comes to love, you don't count the cost." Idol virgil... Love you :))))
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