The Mortal Man
The #mortal man
Preyed by thoughts irrelevant but not to be ignored
Hunted by nightmares of reality, the double-edged sword
Lost in the maze of suggestions he has been sold
My life unfolds
Read me, oh heavenlies, like a Morse code
To what purpose is all this brown
I wash, I clean, yet you frown
And how much love I have shared with my fold
Oh mortal man, now my bones are hurt
Oh mortal man, now I free my spirit
Eyes hurt to the point of distrust
Eternity is certain, to how much further we can see it.
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