Resurrection
lHonouR
Resurrection
If I had died,
And come back living,
My life would be marked,
By scars you've inflicted.
Upon my soul and spirit,
My wounds would prove,
The tyranny and slavery,
Set upon my flesh.
That eventually killed me off,
Into the land of the haunted spirits,
Where faith is barred.
While you watch in indifference.
And no one can reach us,
Behind the world unseen,
There are no enemy lines.
Life penetrates into multi-dimension,
What is seen is mere appearance,
What is heard is calculated propaganda,
What is spoken of in public spaces,
is often dictated by forces that sit camouflaged.
At the top of media towers,
As the principality of airwaves.
What is unseen, unspoken of, unheard of...
Is often the reality,
If you have seen it,
You have risen from the dead.
Indeed.
xordin
Comments
Great poem.
impressive.
u do have a flair but why dark poetry??
i expect a fun filled one from you....
nonetheless, u deserve a 'pat' 😛
Nice xordin o7 o7
cool
xordin o7
o7
Nice v s o/
Vote+sub+comment because RD said so... xD
Nice poem...
bhakk........
nice one : )
o7 ... voted!
very nice
voted
o7
been there, done that 😛
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Gaurav12 pats xordin
nyc one mate.
vuted