Tears in The Morning, Halos at Night
There are tears in the morningGlistening halos at night
Watching every where with wondering
What life is bringing that is right
I look for care and empathy
At times exempt from sympathy
Yet it seems I have yet to take
A simple walk in the daylight
Wishing for forgiveness
Amid my many transgressions
While I strive to survive
The events displayed contrived
A bitter sweet melody
Drifts achingly in parody
Of teachings defined automatically
That I find are distilled and packaged
With no trace of authenticity
Where contradictions are a brokerage
Of stark reality uncovered
That is a realization of false narrative
A mind twisting taste of gospel
Truth that has dispelled
And shaken beliefs disappeared
With a truth I had not envisioned
Revelations are daily it seems
As my twilight reveals dreams
Of what should be but are not
Hoping for a truth that kills the rot
Present in today’s parroted whims
Of stories that carry visions
Meant to stoke reactionary
Acts without thinking
Yet I separate the chafing
Strategy into sanctuaries
Separate from Joy I am feeling
For new relationships discovered
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2025-09-23 at 13:33
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