A Poem Today

A poem today, a poem tomorrow.
A poem to wipe away the sorrow.

A poem for pain and a poem for joy.
A poem for shame and a poem for decoy.

Lyrical verses fill the lines
Opening up the confines of my mind.

What I see and what I write
usually battle for the winning fight.
Perception can be like deception when used in the right light.

What I see and what I hear
May not be the same for the friend near.

Neither are right, neither are wrong
When looking from a place of it belongs.

Where not that different, we are one in the same.
Still we feel the need to point the blame.

It doesn’t make sense and probably never will
Until God himself has touched down on that hill.
And every knee shall kneel.