Not a Failure

Mortals are good readers of grief.
In a nameless city, there’s a claim
mortals do not know how to read things
written, and poems scribbled – a light
for their pathway into Eden, the new one.
How else does a man prophesy blindness
to his eyes but by feigning it?
In same city, a man as old as a country
says he doesn’t think God exist.
How would I talk him into believing
the written word? This is not a failure!
This man whose heart is a rusty cell
wouldn’t allow himself to be imprisoned.

2 thoughts on “Not a Failure

  1. So many good lines here:

    “How else does a man prophesy blindness
    to his eyes but by feigning it?”

    “Mortals are good readers of grief.”

    “This man whose heart is a rusty cell
    wouldn’t allow himself to be imprisoned.”

    I’m practically quote the whole poem!

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