Left Right and Human

I walked with God
in the woods of my home
where I always walked

I walked with Satan
in the woods of my home
where I always walked

I laid beside Gaia
and stared at
Oranus with her

I laid with Pluto
in the underworld
where we all visit once

I walk with gods
and devils at all times
but I am still me

I choose to be human
not good nor evil
I choose to be human

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

Hello there!

I've been sitting here for a few moments with this one. In the few days I've been a member of this site, I've got a chance to sit and read a bit. To put it bluntly, I've read some really good stuff, and some stuff that... wasn't, at least not yet. This is one of the good ones. A very good piece. I think you're reaching here, and pulling it off. Perhaps some poets write because their words or thoughts can't entirely exist outside of poetry, at least not as complete as they might within it. Well done.