My heart is a grave

 

       My heart is a grave 

 

(a series of limericks as an epic)

            1

Love is not always romantic
sometimes it is a cynic
a life confused
but never amused
from birth until it is finished

            2

a dream is often avoided
until its moment has ended
but still, we will try
until we will die
our judgment is the sentence

            3

the shadow inside the abyss
whispers inside each sentence
that what I believe
might not redeem
without my wilful repentance

            4

It was an age full of confusion....
Each individual had a vision....
That they are exempt
From truth they resent
That our voice is only opinion.

            5

It was the age out in darkness,
To which we came to bear witness.
Yin and yang rhymes
With the punchline.
All we can do is ask forgiveness.

             6

For the moment was plundered
Of all the joy and its humors.
If not our kindred
What can be sacred?
But they're sold as goods for consumers.

              7

there once was a man who felt sorrow.
for love, he would beg steal or borrow.
but it didn't work
there was only hurt...
Now he's a ghost haunting tomorrow.

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