Entreaties to the Almighty

Read my heart –

traverse the confines

extrapolate its intricacies

and – lay them at my feet.

I long for conquest –

as these burdens

have rendered me mute

and

extracted the last measure of power.

Strangely enough –

truth

is always that entity

that we run from

bemoaning its absence.

Standing dumbfounded

as it rushes by.

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About Shun P. Writes

Writer, poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger, recovering corporate animal and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will only get in the way.