Coinage
Kingsley Bassey Ukpong@kingsleybasseyukpong131493
4 days ago
O mortal man most miserable!
Why all these energy?
These emotions ruining your nothingness.
Peace taking you for a lost stranger
Treading a path paved by grief.
These endless pains you daily paint;
Mortal portraits of death
Sweats wearied souls in abjection of reasoning
Stranded wayfarers too broken to hitch a hike
Mortality in crumbling ruins,
Aged mot eaten rags,
A sick old weather beaten sack of bones
Waiting for the Call!
Sometimes the Man Upstairs seem not to mind our endless vagrancy,
Sometimes He Calls just too soon!
Or so we would like to think!
Fools would disagree but to what avail?
Stretched out upon lifes torture table,
The pilgrim strays from grace
Some far beyond redemption and peace
Others within reach or say fate!
Struggling daily to survive
We die in such quests
For fear's the minted coinage of our pilgrim servitudes.
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