Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011


by Mark Richardson

If now my will is failing my hunger cannot die
My interest is divided, my tainted heart should cry
My flaws draw all who care
My days are hurried there
Now this sun has risen, my faith brings out fouled prayer
Scruples are polluted
My logic cannot win
These pupils have solutions
With all life tries to bring
I never shine the way
These learning’s are nutritious
This paradox of meaning
Earns my badges brings my wishes
Write with earnest and desire
My passing has its place
Ten thousand voices call the liar
Hide my answers with this face

Added: 18.04.2011