Poetry

The direction of walking 
from this God I am stalking
to fill my naked body
with hope and shame

To play such game
of fortitude and lies
I despise to know you
But realise I need too

Oh grateful glory
Heading over my life
With sunlit flowers
Caressing my strife

For you say I am too lost
To map the place that is found
To the dreams of hopless beggers
That scrounge on dreamless ground

Say you will realease me
and tie me up in golden light
Just to smother me in your darkness
And tell me it is the night

But don't waste your time counting,
pennies that will fall down the drain
And laugh at pointless misguidance
until such persona shall reach such fame

Then to ironically moan to the heavens
that you mistook your rights from wrong
And disobeyed the only angel you knew
untill they flew back to where they belong 

So over is the season
And drowned is the time
Just to thank a man that is but a ghost
For allowing me to write such rhyme

Bye and bye, I go.