From Wisdom

From Wisdom

 

Why must you be so petty

Arguing endless points that get you nothing

Why are you always looking to be pretty

As if good comes from objects of something

Why when you try to think

Is there a wall preventing me

From entering

You claim that I am dear to you

That you crave me like precious food

And yet you are always distracted

Gazing at things that seem attractive

Those things will melt away

Into the endless fields of gray

You wish that I can be bought

Only with years can I be sought

Don’t let this turn you away

If you think that you might die today

I will find the young

That search for words upon their tongue

My wings shall brush your face

If only you look for my sweet grace

But once you have me

I can drift off into the sea

You must strive to keep

My advice you must seek

Solomon asked of God for a take

But then he grieved of my weight

When he had me he cried all day

And said all things run

Evilly under the sun

I never change you know

When God spoke

He granted me a form

And with it I became a storm

I rampaged throughout the world

Making wars unfurl

As I was granted to Adam and Eve

So they wished they never had me

And now I am here with you

A weak being of finite fools

My touch on you hurts your mind

Your own soul you can hardly find

Although you are young

You have the same problems under the sun

As many before your time

Which is to separate this heart of mine

From your own to which you are defenseless

And if you do not succeed I shall drive you senseless

In the beginning of my reign

You will bathe in my fame

When I completely take you over

And if you failed to separate me from yours

Madness won’t be far away

And I with insanity shall stay

Your mortal mind cannot take

My whole might like a sudden make

That is why I come with years

But if you want me now

You to me shall bow

And soon your mind will be given to me

That is what I feast on you see

The young think they of me possess

But what they have is only distress

Though I have landed on your head

I warn you to be careful instead

So long ago I was picked from a tree

And now I am a deadly disease

Do not say that I have not warned you

For many days of terror shall ensue

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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