Flight Of Chance Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Flight Of Chance



Where the life,
of foolish hearts glide;
reside, the idylls' of chance,
sharing, between all of them;
the thoughts that they glean,
while entwining themselves;
in love lost lives, soaring fearlessly,
beyond skies glazed;
with dark, fearsome, frowns,
and viewing with intent;
in searing heat sent,
from their shadowing;
grey, bleak, and oh;
so frightening eyes.

Their thoughts,
reach round each life;
every soul, and when, by chance,
touch your sight, all that is;
of your living life's essence,
turns frigid, and cold;
deep, in the heart,
lays what they seek;
and to it,
their hideous lies will flow;
and in this hunger,
for your time, against you;
so desperately, their dread bodies,
will hold.

Struggle, with a fierce,
tenaciously thought for life grasp;
let not, the razor edged mists,
of their breath flow within;
for your one last attempt,
upon a new flight of chance;
depends, in the fight, for a truth hidden,
in your most cherished,
and pressed for;
loving life inner parts.

Within the heart's chambers,
your soul hides, from the thrusts;
of the probes, in the thoughts,
of the idylls' dark minds;
as they lust, for the purity,
within your flightless soul's truth.

Friday, October 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: compassion
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