
What does one do?
When piercing stares of anger loom,
Harshly judge my point of view
Condemns me to a life of doom
Why can’t I hide?
I’ve always done, and it worked
Till youthful zeal mourned when it died,
For rules round every corner lurked.
Drained my every inch of soul
Empty not to fill again,
Split and never to be whole
No day is lived not lived in vain
For centuries have passed
Infinite in lessons given,
Not just a tutor’s rule harassed
The real test is in the living
But on deaf ears it falls
In front of blinded eyes it slips,
Doors are locked to hallowed halls
Calumny of faith, it strips.
But to the last of breaths
I go hard and fast while grasping
No doubt to die a thousand deaths
Yet hope, each gulp, worth gasping!
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