
Through the dark corners of the mind,
He wondered round the darkest path,
Lost, lost in lust that blindfolded his sight,
Hmmm, a light signal beyond, he perceive not.
Struggling under the burden of addiction,
A self-inflicted confinement of a bounded soul,
Freedom becomes more expensive than sapphire and onyx,
Yet he sees not the dangling bonanza of liberation beyond.
Confusion and depression stand as chief advisers,
Suggestion of suicide is the counsel on the table,
Little did he consider the horror of a dying moment?
He could not see the blinking light of hope ahead.
Sinking in tears, drowning so fast,
Gasping too hard as the heart is shorting down,
Help, he……lp …….heeeee! Was the sound thinning off?
Too hard to see the lighting rope of rescue.
State of no return too far to turn,
Millions of warning were too cheap to yield,
Sailing towards bimodal in his pernicious acts,
The red light is foolish, he thought in his arrogance.
The pursuit of fame at the expense of peace,
Trading off the soul in the market of wealth,
As the mind is over charged with drunkenness and surfeiting,
Wisdom cries, alas! A soul is dropping.
Never imagine this end, he exclaimed in horror,
Too soon to be here, but it is too late,
No time to reconsider the end is here,
As he ignored the chance when the light beyond was friendly.
Ohhhh no! Too hard to bear the horror around,
Tick darkness frowns too frightening to bear,
Light, light……. Light! He beckoned, but no answer,
The price of a sold soul is in the habitation of darkness.
Gone too soon, was the voice of the ink on the poster,
As the lifeless body approaches the cemetery,
Wailers wail, but tears could not bring him back,
He slipped off the cliff into an endless dungeon.
Reality appears firm on the other side of the waters,
As the eternal Judge pronounces a faultless verdict,
He cried for a second chance, but no way,
He has followed the path of the rich man in the parable.
My lines might appear not too appealing to you friends,
But the truth stares at our consciences within the lines,
The light beyond still pleads our course on this part,
For no advocacy will be matter on the other part.
The light beyond can atone for all,
He plead the course for the simple and penitent,
All we need is to yield the warning,
Before our journey to the six feet below.
Light beyond, light beyond,
Shine on my path, illumine my thought,
Lest I slip off the cliff of cares of life,
Hold me firm to the crystal sea.
Light beyond, light beyond,
Give me your wisdom to marry as groom,
That I might not fall for the lust that dangles,
And my sight see no darkness beyond, oh light beyond.
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Thanks dear
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All we need is to yield the warning
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Yielding before it becomes too late is the heart of the matter.
Thanks for your comment ma
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