Poetry I Just Servant...

every word of it ...
roaring sound shape
in which a heart murmur
each stanza is solid
one for the time uncertainty
in the soul ...
in sport ...
no empowerment for all
no time animating
wound up in the pounding
soul into a wave of goals
even ...
second there will be no sound
just hope witness
a term for evidence
up to ten thousand hearts
in the words engraved
by waves on divine prayer
because ...
I just Servant
I guess in the dwarf
under the all-powerful
just a servant ...
nothing more than a sport that borrows life
handful of meat full of despair
try stringing sounds with sound
despite raucous ...
although husky ...
but not why
because I was a Servant

By; Isty