unchanging, unmoving, standing
static existence
persists
© 2018 M.C. Padilla
In response to Daily Prompt Static
unchanging, unmoving, standing
static existence
persists
© 2018 M.C. Padilla
In response to Daily Prompt Static
Stumbling, falling, hoping, reaching
Stumbling
falling
hoping
reaching
Fails oneself, stumbling, falling in doubt.
Arouses, finally, hoping, reaching out.
In response to the Daily Post – Daily Prompt Finally
Thousands of decades ago, on the fall of Man, God declared His greatest covenant.
Thousands of decades ago,
on the fall of Man,
God declared His greatest covenant.
A promise of Hope
to step tired, weary legs
over again on Eden’s earth.
A vow of steadfast love,
softly caresses wounded hearts,
and changes millions of lives.
A truth of His Faithfulness
even it asks the holocaust
of His only Son.
It’s the forgiveness for a soul.
the dream of a better life
and the goal of eternal life.
Thousands of decades have passed,
and yet, to those who believe
the Covenant remains unfailing.
© 1994 Terra de Gramm
Mercy, for good grief!
He, whose own tough life was ditched:
Spare your kind mercy.
I am alone here
in the darkness.
Hiding from their
accusing stares.
Eluding from certain
guilt from within.
Nobody but a
dumb jury
listens to me.
Scorned,
abandoned.
I, who has been
cruelly merciless,
is now lost, dreading
and silently melting.
Cold, lifeless,
deprived of laughter.
Mourning,
weeping without tears.
Haunted by the phantom
Of supposedly
what I am
but can never be.
If only I have never
destroyed him.
He has to leave
so I can live.
In silence,
in monotony
from the past.
He had been too prying
that I have killed him.
I stabbed him
until he bled not.
I choke him
until he is silent.
I slay him many times
until there is pain no more.
He had to be dead,
or else I am.
But, still his death
is not less worse than mine,
because he is
everything that I am.
.
Reposting from © 13 April 1996 Terra de Gramm
In response to the Daily Post – Daily Prompt Mercy
I can hear countless noises.
I can hear countless noises
Noises hollowed yet loud
Loud, proud except one honk
Honk and I listen to its sound.
© 2017 M.C. Padilla
In response to Daily Prompt Honk
And they can see nothing…
He won a white space
and they can see nothing but
a black smudge smeared it.
© 2017 M.C. Padilla
In response to the Daily Prompt: Black