Who Am I?A Poem by ApebbleI've tired of fighting, Of working against the world. I've been worn thin, From the trials of this life
I'm broken deep within, From the wars I've fought. I've given up on time, Its healing, I can't find
They say I should press on, To rise from the ashes and be reborn They say I should fight And take the darkness to light.
But my voice has faded, From the power it once had. My strength has already gone, This battle cannot be won.
I've seen my walls fall, To the ground they all went. My hearts been stained, Filled with hate and pain
Who am I to fight this, To face the trials of this life? Is this not what You wanted, For me to suffer in silence?
I am but a fragile boy, Just a shattered piece of glass, Trapped inside a broken soul Whose face I no longer know.
I've been told to let go, To release my grasp on hate, I've tried to listen and obey, But hate's all I have left.
When I was younger, I looked up to the sky and dreamed. I saw the clouds soar, I believed there was always more.
I believed I was unbreakable, That the world would never win. I had a joy that couldn't gray, No matter how dark the day.
When did that end, How did it fall away? How does the joy that never dies, Simply escape in the night?
I've seen the pain filled world, Noted the lives it daily claims. I've stared into the lives, Of those who wished to die.
They told me a phrase, A platitude, if you will. They said that the trial only ever wins, If you let it steal your smile. © 2013 Apebble |
StatsAuthorApebbleAboutHi all :) I go by apebble, but you can call me almost any variation of apebble you wish (peb, pebs, pebbles, ape, etc.)...just don't call me apple :P As for myself as a writer: I write generally.. more..Writing
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