Hungry Ghost

Posted: March 26, 2014 in Poetry

All fire burns;
it/s the color the flame

Everyone burning
the same

The blue is our passion

Its fruit is sadness

Sickness exposed
by social impurity

Surfaces systems
on us imposed

Supplicating servants

Denied devotees

Prayers unanswered

The jaded wandering

A wilderness of madness

Stay searching
for the Promised Land

We hear of it
though never achieved

Curse of Moses
begins a dream


Can/t sew shut these eyes

Never surrender

Pay a buck
kneel down to pray
when you can/t
catch the breath to cry.

  1. Arwa says:

    For some reasons, I find this poem captivating. I sort of feel like I understand the feelings behind writing it. Well done.

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