Distractions

by Maher   Jun 25, 2016


How many times must stars fall upon you
in the coming tide of ones lost in truth?
Bare you the scar of a goodly martyr
that you fall in line with the darkness of ether?
Blessed be the hands of those whom you drew
to the follies and fodder of yours, untrue.
Blessed be their hands and blessed be they,
whom you unrighteously led so far astray!
Send for me, that I may soar to your call
and end your deception, once and for all.

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  • 2 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

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  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello Maher

    This really is an exquisite little piece of rhyming poetry, which I am always a sucker for anyway!
    Well done on a delicate write that is a joy to read.

    All the very best, good man.

    Ben

    • 2 years ago

      by Maher

      Thank you Sir :)

  • 2 years ago

    by Brenda

    Very strong write. Loved the entire nature of this, well done.

    • 2 years ago

      by Maher

      Thank you, ma'am :)

  • 2 years ago

    by Em

    Maher, the imagery and rhyming fit perfectly here and make the piece flow very smoothly.

    Not sure on the meaning of this but feel it could be quite a personal piece for you.
    Great nonetheless, Em

    • 2 years ago

      by Maher

      Thank you ma'am

      It's mainly about distractions when you're trying to focus on something. That annoying feeling you get when your train of thought stops :)

  • 2 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    I like this. Very strong begining and ending.
    We do need people to stop being deceiving. Why cant everyone just tell the truth. Good work sc

    • 2 years ago

      by Maher

      Exactly USB, exactly. Thanks :)

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