Lethargy

Silent slumbers left untended

as midnight begins to weep

remembrance of times forgotten

before purity had peaked.

Hands reaching out

peace unto thee

simpler times

when man did care.

Man has never cared

as evolution shows

bigger and better

smarter and brighter

oxymorons when playing the game.

Missiles flying through the air

shadow words strung out

secrets gained

while all around

the clowns dance through the night.

Strung up and mishandled

puppets left to be twisted

jesters calling wicked sins

while the king beats his mistress.

Time has stopped

and will go no further

until all have awakened

shaken free

from the bindings of lethargy.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Thought #7

When petty thoughts run through your mind it is best not to speak aloud; for all it does is make you look small.