Hungry Ghost

Posted: March 26, 2014 in Poetry
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All fire burns;
it/s the color the flame

Everyone burning
different;
somehow,
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

Systems-symbols-symptoms
witnessed

Can/t sew shut these eyes

Never surrender
completely

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

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Comments
  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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