Will Wednesday equal moments to my death
What holds longer
Destiny or days of tomorrow
Will a conscience rise
Or such a thing a surprise to knowing
Who holds deadlines
Supercilious sprigs on a vine
Or no way there
Instant prayer then
Let there be a better path
Who let in a devil as a score keeper
A troublesome little bleep on the radar
Of no forgiveness
A harrumpfh on the watch on a broken wrist
Will Wednesday equal moments to my death
A moment's satisfaction might be your last
Borrowed thought
What did we all come together for
To lose now?
Sona makeshift magician could trample
Doors of all minds
To stop what race
To bring the curtains down on grace
To please the centre of their own being
Because surely I won't be shining there
The greatest lesson of all was to do good
With all gifts
Never to force the arrow further
Than the mark itself
Or target be themselves
They, not realizing
When I step outside myself
The game will be over
No longer will the reflection be of Themselves
Peace secret want
I don't want to die on Wednesday
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Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author
Published Poet and Author. Making rainy days feel like Sundays with words.
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"The greatest lesson of all was to do good with all gifts" caused me to look back and reflect, even though I am closer to Thursday or Friday...maybe even Saturday? in my life's week. Great writing!
Oh wow! Powerful and effective imagery 💜 x
Loved this, oh my wow!! I loved this so much. I was actually born on a Wednesday and Wednesday is Odins day and Hermes' day 🙃 being a gemini ♊️ that means a lot to me 😃 😊 I loved this so good
Wonderful words with thoughts of where we are going
Loved the read!
Your poem beautifully captures the inner turmoil and philosophical questioning that many of us struggle with. Its depth and emotional resonance prompted me to think about my own final destiny. Excellent work as always, Lisa!