Some Entitlement
Maybe. Maybe Not.
Not your evil in you knows any good,
Not the Holy in you knows any good,
Your Christ self brings to you, what you never could,
You feed all of them equally, sublime is this truth.
Your questions harrowing hard never killed another soul,
Have you ever even tried opening that secret door?
Risk will you engulf of the result if it turns out sore?
Will you still be asking the Almighty for more?
Times don’t fly like the earth around the sun circles,
Your peace won’t turn into holy hue if you don’t seek hurdles,
Question your mind what matters to thyself and what curdles,
Living without a self-known soul, is of expensive murders.
I write Open Letters to Medium, talk about millennials, ruminate over poems I wrote when I was thirteen and write poems about good-byes, crazy ex-girlfriends and simple murders. You can hit me up at hi@writealetterforme.com. Prefer chai-tea over coffee 😋
