Poetry

Short Road

written by: alf hickey

Walking the short road to death
The grey way to decomposition
How morose and gloomy is the colour we paint
How negative the lie of a happy disposition

Denial from the world, wreaks of delusion
Walking, wanting doting for love daily
Rejected harshly by reality resisting
The compromise to self slavery of self to this

Method acting to the grave's glowing light
Burns a withering soul, but I live somehow
Buried already and raised too, enlightened
A heart protected by the wise thought of the end

Help me to accept the real sour walk
The skin from false affection
Receive graciously the pain of purpose
The duty of self denial and absorption

My mind is learning slowly
To commit to being me
Untangled from the fibres of fear
Unlocked from the deep cult of conformity

Untethered by the paranoia to be sane
The price of psycopathic peace
Alive in the life of rest, to stand asleep
To accept fate, destiny, deliverance

I remove the crown to gain it, to stand
To swap my home to be an orphan, adoptee
My salvation to another's sacrifice
My career for trust in true eternal provision

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