PENITENTIARY

 

life and it’s sanctity 

humans and their insatiability 

a rolling stone gathers no moss 

eventually we all run at a loss 

a rigmarole on life’s coda 

helpless pursuit of happiness amongst one another 

an embalmed soul destined for ruin

like carbon monoxide and it’s fume

our limitations starts from our thoughts 

lucky is given, grace is never bought 

the rich also cry in their mansions 

no one is immune to death’s electrocutions 

a graceful heart with a broken smile 

pains will fade away in a short while 

but the scars remain to remind you you are human 

no one escapes hades, not even the wisest man

like a game of chess is time and tides 

they hop on us and rides 

who can escape the claws of death?

it comes unannounced even with threat 

our penitentiary is this breathe

wasted years amassing wealth 

I hope you still have the graffiti on your wall 

“sickness, pain and death are inevitable when they call”

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

8:15am

20 July 2025