Mourn on Rocks

There is a supreme they say
Some in spirit some in clay
When I look up to the skies
All I see are his great lies

We’re merely puppets for him
Playful, dollish like a whim
Though he poured life in us
Our existence is superfluous

Today, I question all that’s around
And want to stand my ground
Ask him why he does this fraud
But calls himself almighty God

Taking away dreams we create
Giving us immense hope as bait
As we lay path to our destination
Rerouting to utter cessation

Turning love and loved to dust
Or burying deep into crust
Challenging our very existence
Demystifying all reminiscence

Stirring the temptation to live
Adding the confusion to connive
Luring to smell the garden flower
Making believe we have some power

In the end, having his own way
The good are gone, the evil stay
Creating the wondrous paradox
Yet, leaving us to mourn on rocks

Pic credit: The Expeess Tribune

Published by Quotidian Blessing

InfoSec Director|WIT Mentor-Protege Vice Chair|ATA Convention Women's Forum Chair|Published Poet

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