What is right and what is wrong
Who am I going to judge
Fallen leaves on a forgotten song
May turn, wilt or melt into the sludge
When thoughts flow in from no where
When witness to the other's window
A balance in hand appears, a sword shines cold and bare
Waiting to judge, striking to slice, to stem the flow
Who am I to decide, who am I to cast
Pebbles into a river I don't nurture and mould
Who am I to criticize, who am I to cull aghast
The walk of life of another soul
I smirk, I frown, I say nay, I poise for a fight
I read others' minds as I see them gasp and whine
I lie down satisfied ,to hear the whispers of the cold silent night
They tell me the vice grip is on another throat but the breath caught was mine
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Spectrum
PoetryA series of musings - some words, some verses that I build-a reflection of my inner treasures and an image of divine messages. The words that come up sometimes surprise me.. Maybe it will make friends with the words in your mind.
