These mortal coils
I see man wrapped in mortal coils
Like lifeless cobwebs, over the mind it is spun
To reach the soul it has only just begun
The world’s sweet temptations, its lies, its untrustful hand
drags us slowly beneath a pit of burning sand
How sweet would you mortal coils be as valorous shield so certainly
But these coils are bare. Their nakedness allows life’s battles to
rot our resilience and bring closer us to our knees
Could our own strength be that bulwark
Can we, as that tragic Prince of Danes, shed our ‘old’ mortal coils
yet not die — but fight through life’s toils —
With a higher guide by our side?
#Note: I am taking a semi-hiatus from this blog for writing purposes. I will only be posting poems once a month over the next three months. The regular weekly schedule of posts will resume in January.