The Same – 0014

Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear

The Same

When you see it’s all the same
There’s no use in naming names
It all comes down, again, to either this or that.

When you hear the same old tune
Morning, night, and noon
Only Suns and Moons can show you where you’re at.

Shadows fall like heavy curtains
On the sure and uncertain
Bringing, once again, either Sleep or Death.

The righteous and the wretched,
self-indulgent and the Blessed
Will never hear that precious final breath.


2-11-24