Visions Behind The Gates Of Tribulation

Behind the walls of tribulation

It began as the day before
Screams and that nasty scent
That leaves the taste of death
That seasons the story with sadness

Not once have I seen this exhibition of compassion
Dear friends and families are now forgotten
The truth is through much lose comes love
Before the tribulation we held images that were painted
Carved in stone on temples old as the many creations
But we were blind to what it was saying and now we face
Dogmas
Amid the ruins we hide from decaying sphere beneath us
And those that covered the air encase we may escape
We have only darkness here to guide our steps
Because the sun was turned out in us
We befriended many emotions  that lured us to not love
Reading their manuscripts brought us to understand sorrow and lose
Feeling the world shake fear taught us to pray
Each day we pray brighter days come
But the mind reminds us there is no sun above reality
And despite our powers
We languish in tranquility sopping on teachings we don’t believe
For life is not precious enough to feel love

 Patrick Paul