Time Filled With Fury
Something untouchable, flowing endlessly
Without end but most definitely with a beginning.
It is a song progressing through a melody
With the metronome slowly ticking
Counting down the life expectancy
Of a mortal who is thinking.
And as I think I am reminded
Of days and nights past
When devotion within me was ignited
Where I was deemed an out cast
For being enlightened;
Defending women as I please.
They are most utterly precious
Descending upon life like a light breeze
And if you have never had a sister so capricious
Then you have never known a surreptitious guilt to appease.
This poem is about:
Our world