who is the he that I am not

who is he that I am not
rolling dark thunder
just for the sake of bright lights
and a dance to go

ceremonial occurrences in a day
do not proclaim solid kingdoms
in anyone's slow perception
it is a matter of reliance

conviction is like aged wine
sometimes though
there is no point in getting mad
for the sake of an old book

there is a dead silence creeping
in the aftermath of nothing
there is less than a road's end
there is so much fatigue




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-01-04 at 19:22

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That end couplet is just wonderful. And this poem offers truths we should all ale to heart.
2016-01-06