My ego is clenched
as the sun shines on
revealing my radiant soul
flaring confidence in phases
I remain phlegm to critics
rather crispy than cranky

my true words are wrong
they are carved in faith
speak faith they say
so I came along
and now I’m bewitched
my songs are bland
entailing weakness
rather than strength

I remain my own plight
not my religious pretence
or my optimistic aura
the vain is the contrast
the world is round
despite the preachers words…

©2016. Brodrick Ruth

Author: I- read

This is a free blog aimed at watering poetic minds and quenching the thirst of readers. My passion for words commemorates the desires to speak the truth, interplay with emotions and voice the fights in troubled souls. Welcome to i-read..

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