...Tempest...
Even though I shouldn't I doUnwillingly my flesh does
That, which my heart detests,
Time after time I speak of change
Minute after minute I increase range,
Range between my creator and me.
All the while hungry like a predator
Hungry for the detestable
Vulnerable and penetratable.
I guess I think not when I do,
For what I loathe I do with no ado
Like the wise man Paul I say
That change is here today
All I should do is embrace it,
But daily I become unwilling
For I supposedly seek my independence
Independence from right and wrong
Independence from sense so long
I want to be me I claim
But me I know not all the same
Discover me I need to do
Now in time before I'm due
The deity above sits and watches
My life my shatters full of patches
I need not run away
For I was made out of clay
And here on earth I am to stay
Until my awaited final day.
Poetry by kip
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Written on 2005-10-07 at 11:45
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