Gift Of Almighty Poem by Kris Rayagiri

Thunder clouds
Gunshot wounds
When the lightning strikes again
May the prayers be with you

you feel the particles around you
moving and dispersed
leaves black
cold and bruised soul

When tears roll down your skin
will you remember your akin
or you sins

Culmination of thoughts
amidst the hollow mind
you slip and trip
into the abyss

through a crazy dream
called life did you play your part
duty
responsibility,
desire to hold on
salve of life
gift of almighty

the morbidity running through your veins
feeling spaced
the effect of weed
through deafening Drums and fireworks
though the acrid smokes of disguise
snap back to suffering
pain to make you feel
flesh and bone
warm blood, Translucent breath


live another day
to march again
experience this
gift of almighty