Monday, 11 July 2016



MY CRUMBLING WORLD

There’s so much pain and confusion
This death with vain mission
The silence in my heart is distraction
Why must it come now?
I wanted to ask God how?
But this is not my world


When the world freezes around you
You know those who are with you
But none greater than HE who is in you
I know it comes down to one thing
The bed time stories mean something
But nothing can come out of nothing


There is one in the theatre
There are two in the ward
There is one under earth
There are two who never made it
There is one with the pressure to go
Can this too be real? Do I need to go?


Like red-hot coal is the bark of a dog
Chasing rabbits that have gone agog
The drop has filled the ocean
The ocean is getting frozen
It forms tears that can never be seen
Because freezing point was foreseen


The disruptions in my stomach
The noises in my head
The block that filled the heart
The numbness of the joints
No red coal is hotter
No blazing furnace is larger


“It is well” was the song
You are not well was the gong
Don’t come to the other side
It is locked from inside
Be like the flies from sight
Who never meet their own at bright


Take your time and wait
And you’ll be used as bait
When it all goes down
He’ll take you all the way down
Don’t think you know
Because it’ll never show



The storm is coming strong
Take shelter or get hit with a throng
You try to play God
In a world you know you can’t own
You want to be the king
In a jungle that you are owned


It was a Sunday
He was the only one who knew
They never supported me
But he stood by me
He believed in my dream
And made sure I don’t end up in a dim


He was never a believer
But was always a true deliverer
Who will open for me?
Who will give me the keys to the other side?
They want me to let him be
Even though he means all to me

The whisper of the night draws me close
The humming of the birds brings the memories
Like a book that left the shelf
I have gone out of my shell
But nothing can be the same again
This war which death started without gain


I can no longer hide in sorrow
I can no longer fear for tomorrow
The day is almost up
I must concern myself with the things on top
Even the one that knows me don’t know me
Like chameleon that changes its skin are they!








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