Strokes

by Ali Guduf

Within the marshes of misconception
the extracts of souls lost country
the difference in art to person

a day missed upon
a once upon a time,anon
a bequeathed sentiment falsely enriched on
a feeling of dire enrollment seized

Evading an endless stretch of time
Fleeing as ticks of clock waiting
Disembarking from one to fall in another
Fleeting as memory comprehends it’s moments
Sharing my disheveled figure with more
Meet me therefore
Halfway,selfish,inconsider these laws to feasible
Grant every doubtful change’s wishes
All in time,prolonging never-ending fall,quenching everlasting thirst,calming for ever beating heart,assure me
For sure are only these strokes of forbidden promises
Etching hideous masks of my my my my

forgive me
forgive me for a conceded craze
a disregard done doubtfully
a fear fathomed purely to hinder me
I simply choose
choose a decision of comfort
a mind unthinking
forgive me

Reclaiming moments of severed reality
Mending sideways this dream of chosen sanity
Peacefully shutting sight for fear
Turning if but a bit
Escaping whims of inability
Doubting scarce lights of possibility
Endangering timely chance of fading
Tongue be tied,eyes be folded,limbs be adamant
Deny worldly woes my consent
Bent holy,forever a dead hero
Answer
Answer me who wishes fair and begs true
Sharing likelihood,a speck of insignificance in the air
A silly student, rocking back his chair
In earnest only do hearts as mine fare
In search, praying you do tell
The manner resulted
In many an impression of mine
Assumed throughout carefree years of supposed freedom
Foundations creaking at every clutter of disarray
Answer me…