SELECTIVE AMNESIA
Selective Amnesia
This one happens to the best of us.
A painful kind of procrastination
The one that costs you your destination
I am headed right to get to the left
And somehow, I don't think it hefty
The whisking away of time in painful anticipation
The deceitful ken that tells you to await a celebration
Or some sort of special occasion,
Before let off, a deep seated confession.
That time, the perfect interlude to interject
Never really comes; or maybe it Coles disguised
So it's appearance is thwarted
With symptoms of better days, such a guise.
Then you end up dead and buried
Still wearied with a load you spite
So, my fellow pilgrim, be not a wondering hermit
But an enthused pilgrim in a light habit
Barely laden
Because you confess every so often.
Aware that no perfect interlude comes at all.
Unless you creat one
See you in paradise, fellow pilgrim.
Such a voice of home.
#Essy The Poet
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