Weep

Weep, lost man, for played-out days

And listen to your voice’s phrase

That echoes empty passageways

And leaves your boldness in a daze

 

Convince yourself life’s just a phase,

Surround yourself with mocking praise

And blindly follow every craze

To shore the gaps in soul’s appraise

 

Weep, lost man, for distant days

And feeling lost in endless maze

With courage cracking like a glaze

Under life’s enduring blaze

 

Convince yourself life’s just a craze,

A place to waste your restless days

And feel your way through sluggish haze

Until your soul’s to rubble razed

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About Peter Bates

I'm a young guy in Cape Town, studying English and History, and teaching at high school level. I love to write and to work in theatre, both on and behind the stage. View all posts by Peter Bates

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