Thursday, June 27, 2013
D'Verse Poet's Pub (Form for All ~ Anaphora)
I Am Weary in Myself
I carried a lamp across the land.
I carried my heart in open hand.
I found virtue wanting in the land.
I found avarice in the heart in man.
like a cur stalking alleys of the city night.
like a vulture awaiting death in circle flight.
like a maggot feeding on flesh in slow decay.
like a hungry Jackal devouring its fallen prey.
I searched for wisdom inside ivy walls.
I searched in mansions and tenement halls.
I found no purpose--no higher call.
I found only a sorrow that defines us all.
like a jilted lover crying in the night.
like a broken soldier in his final fight.
like a once great city fallen into decay
like a clergyman with no heart to pray.