Destroy Me Not

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes it feels as though the force that drives our existence is what seeks to destroy us.

Submitted: April 03, 2019

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That I hear you, means not that I will listen That I am not blind, means not that I see you So, why won?t you stop the gibberish
I am not beholden to anyone but I
Myself and the maker of my soul, Olowo ori mi
Yet, even when you were given a gift of clay
You molded not, the best that you could
Now, I am wizened, you seek to remold me
Knowest not Thou, that it worketh not that way ?
That I am sapless now, I am the way I am no matter what thou seeket
Or would thoust rather break me
For it is the path that Thou walketh thence Why thinkest I such ? Thou asketh of me? The press of thy hands, I replieth
It telleth me that ye seek to break me
You will break me if thou presseth on
Do ye not care at all
That the press of thy hands has started to create cracks
I will be shattered and ye will be to blame
Ye would have destroyed the creation of thy hands with thy hands
 

 


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