Nobody to blame

I don't know what came to my mind at that time..I just wrote it see if you like it:)

         










                     Here we go
                    There we stay
                    Its not the  emotions
                    that we blame


                   Feelings of suffocation 
                   that we contain


                   We always like the others way
                   killing ourselves from inside
                   now who is to blame



                                 We confuse ourselves 
                   but in reality everything is simple

                   Sometimes we move fast
                   Sometimes we stay
                   Its just the decisions that we make

                   Life gives us so much
                   We just never consent to it

                    We always want more
                     more than others

                     We never realize it
               Somebody else doesn't even get this

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I have had a poetic vision, unwritten for years, and you wrote it. My vision was of two men walking on a road and coming to a point where they had to choose one of three roads; one through a forest, one over a mountain, and the other along a beach. The first man chose the easy way, the beach. The other chose the mountain. The first man finished the journey, before the day was done, and sat for three days waiting for the other. When the other arrived with cuts and bruises covering him he smiled at the other man, whom wondered why he'd been so foolish. The mountain man smiled and said, "For the last three days, I lived, while you sat waiting for life to come be you on a beach!" Great write!!

[leinahtan]

a fountain of truth flowing from this poem. :) good job! though poems are naturally inspiring, you made it more than it already is.

im inspired, and this makes me happy. :)

[Groovy]

A magic window to your world. Exquisite!

[Radad Ibn Nasir]

My reflection is of being on the end of a finger both my own and someone else's, where am i pointing? whose pointing at me? where am i pointed? This reminds me of the carousel that comes with understanding what it means to share a connection that was inspired by the notion of the other person at all. This one feels like lonely fingers pointing at themselves. nice write quite provoking

[heartminder]

nice work man...way to go

[Amila Jay]

I like this poem, its a great piece of work:)

[Pradnya]

great write, nice concept , i think this reality people really need to accept it fast

[Listya Widyasari]

very true about life... :) how do you feel about your own creation?

[T.W. Early]

Very dark and poetic, loved this!

[Lane-roe]

How true! Sometimes we need to step back and look at how lucky we are-not what we don't have. A wonderful write! :)

[Akshat♥]

Thanks a lot everyone for your precious time:)
I really appreciate it:)