E Nigma

~the Exile~ - Poem by E Nigma

It's a grand scene
This grand scheme
This warring
The warning

The pages are turning
The plot is unfolding
The burning foreboding
The dead walk and moaning

This morning I'm lonely
I'm reaping the sowing
The ignorance in knowing
Ignoring the story

They're blissful and hoarding
And whoring for glory
The stars that have fallen
Release what is coming

I've learned to fast and so I have
little need or naught
Do the math and ask yourself
What it is you got?

What do you own? No, what owns you?
Here's a hint, yes, here's a clue
When you're staring down the barrel
Silence is the golden rule

Mere pawns in a pawn shop
With kings in their castles
Lost in their losing
Broken and baffled

Amused by their Wandering,
Wondering and Pandering
This Pandemonius, Pandemic-
Sanctimonious, Panhandling

And even though I'm alone
I'm complete in my knowing
I'm a scene amongst the many obscene
Passing through into memories

Topic(s) of this poem: thinking

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015

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