Survival of Essence

 

Survival of Essence

i see through to your soul

reaching over ruined, decayed rhetoric

and broken concrete roads

to a paradise long departed

but a frankness that the downtrodden proletariat know

 

battered pants tattered and full of holes like the 80’s

yellowed teeth with thick plaque covering the surface

of eroding enamel

trailed by ferocious dragon breath

 

hands covered in peeling skin

equivalent to shedding scales

sunshine eyes with darkened diamond pupils

cloaked in sadness and horror

 

claw your way out of the paper bag

suffocating the depth of your desires

believe in more, elevate higher

keep your existence alive

by adding logs to the crackling fire

 

i see the pain in the arch of your torn soul

when you limp through the streets

of unkind parishioners speaking of righteousness

but casting cold blooded, stale sentiments

of icy discord onto sore wounds

 

i see through to your soul

reaching over ruined decayed rhetoric

and broken concrete roads

to a paradise long departed

but a frankness that the downtrodden proletariat know

 

continue to hold your head up high

let your inner power desecrate the arrows of the enemy

created by the plight of a cruel capitalistic society

that thrives on the maintenance of your hurt

but no matter the condition of the struggle

put the survival of essence first

 

Thank you for reading and supporting! Love always, Esha ❤