My Strength Poem by Naveed Akram

The day my strength desists,
Is the day my time is at an end.
From loving of my shadow
I speak of a darkness to behold.
It is the same darkness that is loved
And sculptured by the lunacy of innocence.
It is the day I stop praying
And a time for forgiveness,
Like a religion and a forfeit,
Like some crime and children to smack.

The day unwinds as if colour is black and
Black was white out of love.
White is the sun, not gold or bronze,
But silver is the moon, not like the white of the sun.
You will stop moving around,
And you will succumb to the pleasures that arrive.
Too many seconds are made by the Lord,
And so many are tied by his string
To uplift our hearts as solid drums of gold,
Being with the best of them, being and being.