PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Like wood of oak or shining doubt
My mind is bound to earthly form
I seek the water's cleansing tide
A moment's chance to be reborn.

Laws were not made to be broken
Made only to create the bounds
Of man's desire to be eternal
And not to just return to ground.

Helping others find the truth
Is something we should share with joy
The way we teach, a way of learning
To grasp the concept, take employ.

The end comes near
Day of consideration
I stand before myself
I need admit
In my own eyes
Or rot within my cell.