Second Sighted Poem by Steven Drake

Under great trials
Tribulation
After the facts before I could
Stop them.
Blocked out of mind
Too painful to process
Years of no glorious times
No denizens with privilege
Out of touch with tongues
That vilify the spirit.

Now to spot check rhythms
Gone out to reason's veritable
Rhymes
No conclusions felt to be
Subliminal sublime
Inglorious to all whom wish to lie
Nothing sacred lost to grief's
Heartache out to the sly
Baker's dozen thirteen steps
Gone up in flames.

Not much left to browse bruises
Heretical shame
Cost me dearly to rack my brain
Temptations in depth of refrains
Lost to Heaven on earth I'm blamed
Shadows that doubt my sincerity
Religion no fault to lost safety
Presentiments, brainstorms
Off the edge of vertigo
Slipping into claustrophobia.

Sight seeing balconies
Plays written dialogue's focal
Points for the world-at-large
Temporal zones with
Heads in jars
Masked riders heritage
Through battle scars
Nothing ventured in lost causes
Of restraints, no outline in barriers
Of false complaints.

Wielding the sword in words
Of forgiveness for fallen saints
Nether lands in praises yet to come
Off the edge of the stage
Gifts of arrangement sought
After wedding bells
Fighting illusions
Off the surface of wishing wells
Sanguine future fortuitous to whom
Are second sighted.