When did the sun rise,

Upon my weary eyes?

Why do you flood me?

With no warning, forsake me, 

Corrupting my faith in thee.


When did the clouds turn grey?

And angry, so angry, 

Pummelling me unforgivingly, 

Raining thunder upon me!


When did the horizon,

Suddenly flip below one, 

And the horizon become undone,

Son of the sun, 

Why do you smite me?


Why must I be doomed,

To unanswered prayers?

Why must my feet be moved, 

To corrosive waters?


Flawed you etched my clay, 

Yet expect me to obey, 

Unscathed? How can I be?

When against me, you turn all humanity? 


Why do you hide? 

And tell me to seek,

Promise that I’ll find, 

The jewels for me, you keep. 


I shake in anguish at the thought of your name, 

Who is all and all, and nothing the same, 

Entangle my brain, 

You watch my pain, 

And do little to alleviate, 

The soreness of my porous skin,

Ignoring the tears that are chorus within. 


In this unfair war, 

That I did not wage, 

Walking on this unbalanced world, 

I draw my sword, 

Grand and aged.


To find,

You have compromised the metal,

What in that is kind? 

It bends when I strike, 

In the midst of a ferocious fight, 

It would, as though mesmerised, 

leave my side. 


~ by Ciinders on July 10, 2017.

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