Slaves to Their Senses

Astute reader, incline your ear
Harken to the ramblings of the disgruntled; hear
Welcome the night, nothing to fear
Use all of your senses, the answer's near

Educated reader, open your eyes
Be not mislead by their constant lies
Do not be moved by their bogus cries
Fear only the day when passion dies

Sage reader, don't ignore the smell
Of the hurting individual, too proud to tell
The rancid odor of claiming all's well
In the macabre pit of personal hell.

Sagacious reader, what is the taste
Of a life's pursuit too tired to chase?
Of a forgotten essential left behind in haste?
Of a heart with no pulse, purpose or place?

Learned reader I urge you, forget not to feel
Grip tenaciously hope that your heart can heal
This is not the last supper, tears not your last meal
When the film has ended. Change the reel.

Alexander Michael Gittens

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