Recklessness

How deeds are told by the reckless
Is law for the tensing of muscles
To ache on, to ache on and list
So goodness will demand angels.

Why do they cry when the weight
Is so bigger to walk with? so bigger
That lists are endless, too fun
And they do contain something like horror.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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