the pilgrim state

fixed doubt constant, like a pilgrim band 

  

one that obligated, did not change 

valued itself in relation to idle variables 

  

solutions provided by theory, never denied 

 

the difference between the distances 

from any point to let it ‘b’ 

  

with its’ standardized values whose parameters 

formed the unpromised land 

  

its’ effectiveness obtrusively defined, 

measured by hardship’s ability to 

 

capture them at such a young age 

  

related its’ constant velocity to their 

perpetual wish 

  

imprinted an idea in their already clouded minds 

 

constant tears dripping hollowed out their souls, 

the realm of their inner secrecy 

now public domain 

  

always in constant acceleration, 

always in constant retreat 

  

they gravitated toward its’ pull, 

the day is the night 

  

inadequate fences erected against its’ unfairness, 

holes in the links left unguarded 

  

they found themselves sacrificing the essentials, 

doomed like a listing ship 

  

with their inner voices crying, into the abyss 

formed by tears they leapt 

  

three fingers up in succession: one for sorrow,

one for self-pity,

 

the dying one for silence surmised 

the impatience endured is un-godlike 

  

took the beaten path of sorrow, lead 

to where hardships were unknown 

  

forgot it was often remembered as emotional strife 

  

the abyss formed a river that entered the plains as a torrent, 

then a malicious stream 

  

enclosed by body after body of the religious 

condemned, 

tender for another’s pain 

  

held in place until the hardships made them wise. 

 

Copyright © 05/07/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®

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