PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Such a space of wonder

What a time to ponder

The events of slumber

As dreams they thunder

Me awake to the cumber

Of my life’s daily numbers

Is it too late to plunder?

The chest of past hopes and blunders

Replacing the recipes of remedies

Tasting the aftermath of tragedies

Collision of poorly planned strategies

Grasping possibilities, desperately

Clasping temporary therapies

Lasting for lisping moments that

collapse into pools of disappointment

there is only one true ointment

that only god can supply

after futile efforts that try you

and fail you repeatedly

listen attentively

to avoid unnecessary calamity

you must began to trust the trinity

the all powerful gives true liberty

and direction of steps with clarity

without gambling probability

an end with promised dependability

of expected liberty, joy and gravity

stop spinning your wheels

press in

touch the hem that heals

up past whens and thens

dry up rivers of tears

calming years of fears.