Lethargy
Weighing these wishful eyes
As they stare into the screen
Sitting atop lacquered beams.
Folly
The mind perceives
As it chases what the eyes see
Running further away from me.
Vanity
I must not permit
Another one moment
Squandered in torment.
Destiny
Divine, please intervene.
Begging Mercy,
For purpose and Eternity.
-AfterTim-
-AfterTim-
Vanity paired with torment. I like that. Beautiful images too -- lots of them. Curtis
ReplyDeleteYour comments mean a lot, ACravan. Thank you for visiting. Hope you you enjoyed what you saw.
ReplyDeleteWorthy of its station as titular poem. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jasmine, thought it may not have much connection.
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