Saturday, 12 August 2017

The cards have been dealt


Burdened with the task, to ask
my slender intellect:
Whether to roam free or to hide behind a mask,
to resist or to follow the vile pursuit of perfect?

Eyes wide open on a chilly drizzling night,
I thought of everything that could be different
on the fading brim of the shallow, yellow light
of the grim life that I've been a resident.

O you, the lucid and the understood,
given as much a say (as me) in this giant roll:
Tell me to what avail; to what good
brings you the ostracization of a soul?

Be what it may, the cards have been dealt
of what exists, oh they are, but not what could be felt.



Photo courtesy : http://www.lanlinglaurel.com

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