Perdita

Solemn streets that beat

 

I walk along a cold hearted silt

 

Directionless curses me, deceit

 

Ingrained stigmas tend not to tilt

 

We either abide or confide through these streets

 

 

 

I walk for purposeful sorrow

 

Enter the earth for cheers and glee

 

I walk a path to cycle the follow

 

Enter the earth for glory they deem

 

I walk a path so ancestry can borrow

 

 

 

Roads  are mastered through tradition

 

To follow the follow, never to frolic

 

I decree the path of rendition

 

The orderly course now causes a colic

 

I tilt these cold hearted silt rationalizations

 

 

 

Why a path with beaten down corners

 

Why a path with swollen ground

 

Why a path with so many forlorners

 

Why a path with toiled wasted towns

 

Silt can be revived from this earth

 

 

 

No more signs and ways of predisposed fortune

 

My ways are ones with soul fulfilling notions

 

I want a path with unlimited portions

 

No silk sewn sheets nor elder golden tokens

 

No, this way is for more than a fortune

 

 

 

A path predestined by none other than the creator

 

Footways of hills that climb clouds

 

This is no walkway, only attained by loose gripped ladders

 

I adhere to no man that looks to enshroud

 

I dig my own path, belligerently proud

This poem is about: 
Me

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