I wandered in a cemetary

Posted: November 3, 2010 in poetry
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Shall we but stumble without passion, our lives unspun,

to thrash and swirl in some accepted tedium?

Shall we upon our heart’s dreams spit, twist and betray,

is that the moral nobility of turning away?

Does life’s challenge impale our ambition,leaving it dead,

while we stand idle, wringing time – life’s only thread?

Does fear, the harlot of intention, slaughter our desires like swine,

left abandoned, meek and cowering frightened to scream – MINE.

For what are we if we cease to boldly struggle in life’s web

has doubt seen us gored, leaving life’s hope to ebb?

For that shall be the strangled, castrated web we weave

if for but one fleeting moment in our dreams we should fail to believe.

So if that whore, raven Doubt should pierce you with her crime,

Parry with vehemence for the tis the paralysis of doubt, that steals our time.

** Kevin Farran**


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