Greed and sorrow: A poem

Whipped up my hopes like egg yolks

Before they were hatched, I spoke

The fast car that screeched at a red light

left the driver pale with fright

The nightmare is in the vision

Hell burns from shattered illusions

I took flight on a fledgling’s wings

Now am sore with the wind’s swings

Promise me no more

It corrupts me to the core

Wishes are not wings but feathers

They can come loose like unfastened tethers

I will not punish myself with a broken promise

The heart flutters first, then goes amiss

That modesty bears no greed and sorrow

Today’s hurt is a lesson for tomorrow

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms. View more posts