King of Kings and Omnipotent Sire of our death and our birth
Praise
be to your holiest of names and to your highest reign
All
worship and honor is yours in utmost sincerity, not in vain
Gratitude
from all the worlds is reverently laid at your feet
From
your divine actions and justice, graciousness shall meet
Your
eternal Light shines on the dark, illuminating with ray
Your
eternal Word speaks gently, guiding us on our way”
remembered
and delivered through and through,
praying offered little charm against deep
impulsive craving
little finger twitched in spasm of jilted nerves
teeth grinding and fists clinched,
bowed head, not in reverence but in shame
haunting
words whispered in ear
echoing into mental chasm
perspiration
dripping from brow,
stinging tear soaked irises
the dark figure, a shadow amongst living beings,
silhouetted against the indigo and
grey of the horizon
not alone in a realm of frozen emotions
too
many others were regrettably no strangers
to this despondent circumstance
to serve a short, but no less severe,
term in misery of one's own accord
out
of all the lessons to learn
and all the knowledge to gain...
never quite
grasped on to the idea of letting go
thus
stuck with concrete feet,
staying until he
can’t
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