Tuesday 1 October 2019

MOURNING GLORY

On a dark morning,
I found myself mourning,
As he forcefully stripped me of my glory,
And walked away with the trophy,
Painted in crimson red
Like the lips of a pride of lions
After a hearty meal of a helpless buffalo.
Years later I still mourn my robbed glory.

For a moment of heaven,
He gave me a million hells,
Painful hallelujahs and amens,
As he moaned in the glory that morning
While I mourned my glory.
Countless years later,
I still mourn in glory
Because moaning glory,
Has never left my memory.
I hate moaning glory
For it reminds me to mourn my
violently robbed glory.

#TheMusingsOfaMadMan
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