I Have Felt The World Burning

In the creases of my palm

My fists having turned callous

Fingers tingling no longer calm

Afraid, unnerved, cautious

A reality turned begging

Suspended by eternity's

Light, hovering, arching

Against all enemies

Harbouring no fears

Or contempt for mankind

Drenched in a world full of tears

Hungry, out of focus, blind

Seemingly lost by gods

Offering promise and hope
Contradicting, always at odds
A slithering unyielding tightrope

Suspended without a safety net
Egging on our souls purpose
Rinsing away our guilt and debt
Always there illuminating, animus .

Edwin James



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