we're the
bemired faces peeking out from the
trenches in our hallowed ground,
painted in fear-- we don't guffaw,
we w h i m p e r in misery,
irrefutable and profound.
roiling on shingled sand-beds,
besmirching our pearly façades.
we're no epitomes of grace,
but we reek of humanity--
flawed, imperfect humanity.
our shadows were painted
in the ichor of the divine--
once upon a time.
now we drown in abysses
and knee-deep quagmires.
and time ticks away
while we're left deceived
by their ruses--
the ruses that fooled us into
eternal o b l i v i o n
and mayhem that won't subside.
dawn will break over
the towering spires of
their pride and perfection.
dawn will break someday,
lighting up the dreary nooks,
crannies and t r e n c h e s
of our world.
dawn'll break,
when molten gold and liquid fire
seep through our gashes
in an a u r e a t e haze.
we'll break out of our cages someday.
and the conch horns-- they'll reverberate
through all this white sound and static.
and we'll shriek and belt out
a tuneless anthem--
an anthem to celebrate our
impending l i b e r t y.
it'll not be a mirage scintillating with promise--
it'll be a c e r t a i n t y.
dawn'll break.
oh it'll break someday.
but till then, we're caught in the crossfire
of a war raging between
the sapphire skies and the burning sun.
but our time isn't too far away--
our grimaces are
transforming into
lopsided smirks.
our terror is now
bold defiance.
we're waiting for when
midnight vendetta
would be e x h u m e d
from six feet under.
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Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
