Karma

Karma, Oh, how have I wronged you? Did I not Give what was meant to be bought? Karma my mantra The chant of a quiet heart Did I not entrust you? wall to wall, Dot to dot? I do not wish to anger you To dwell on what is not I know, sweet karma. The interests you have sought But the stars won’t align, Neither will they part you hand me the world But not for what I fought? Forgive me, I do not question. Your will I can’t outsmart. I merely carve the signs That rip your ways apart. you are neither penalty Nor prize Nor the end to the start. Karma, my mantra you are neither destiny nor justice bled in art. My wish, your bullseye But I’ve hid the darts.

Recent Posts
Archive

© 2023 by Sasha Blake. Proudly created with Wix.com