The Ministry

The Ministry

A Poem by Sean K. Gall
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I want to hear what you think this is about.

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From the moment that you were created,

From the 1st heart beat,

In the middle of this heat,

A human being creates feelings such as love or hate

Emotions run like crazy

With our eyes all hazy,

Now picture it gone,

You can’t feel a thing,

It’s your fate,

With only one thought you’re thrown away in the Ministry of Love or Hate?

 

When our paths crossed it felt like fate,

When we were together it seemed so great,

I was so high I couldn’t see straight,

I truly believed you were my soul mate,

Time and time again smiles were insight,

Not truly knowing there was a fight,

Until that fateful day came along,

Ending me to sing over the same song,

Ending me up like a hallow shell,

Not feeling anything inside causing me to feel hell,

Without feelings we’re like a zombie or ghosts,

No longer knowing what hurts the most,

How could it be that I couldn’t see?

You followed my beat,

Only to use me,

To get back up on your feet,

 

It hurts so badly,

Yet I can’t feel a thing,

It looks so heavy,

But feels so light,

I’m a ghost in this town,

From Dawn to night

Is this my fate?

To be thrown into the Ministry of Love or Hate?

 

The love of relationships,

The love of Friendships,

The love of having fun,

The fun of being with everyone,

 

The Hate of jealousy,

The hate of envy,

The hate of the fear,

The fear of not being around anything dear,

 

Letting you go was the hardest thing I could have ever done,

But it’s even harder to say that our time had been fun,

You’ve left me no choice but to do this,

Get the hell away from me before you taste my fist,

As the anger builds up inside,

Its comes to a stop only by the pride,

As the tears start to flow,

I look at you and truly know,

What really went on,

So now I’m stuck singing this damn song,

 

Like a wave in the ocean the fish don’t feel a thing,

In this sea full of people, to you, my existence don’t mean a thing

So I’ll stand here and let you walk on by,

Like a ghost to your eyes I’m no longer in your sight

I know you’re just a memory but it’s that memory that keeps me feeling alive,

I don’t want to fade into nothing and become another mistake,

I don’t want to be that phase because you felt you were out of place.

How could it be that I couldn’t see?

You followed my beat,

Only to use me,

To get you back up on your feet,

 

As my eyes slowly darken with the sun setting,

I watch the people disappear and see you letting,

This body of mine give out,

With a smile knowing what you did you leave me filled with doubt,

But it is I, who knows what Ministry I truly belong to,

So I stand up cuz I’ve had enough,

What it was that I have felt was never love,

And I won’t let you believe you have won,

Instead I will let you breathe fire onto my body,

As the sun finally sets and the fog rolls in,

My body disperses like ashes into the night,

No longer having to bare the fight,

Of thinking if it was Love or hate,

Because I have found out what was my fate,

This thing called the Ministry plays games with you

But one thing is true,

 

From the moment that I was created,

From my 1st heart beat,

In the middle of the heat,

I created feelings such as love and hate

Emotions ran like crazy

With my eyes all hazy,

And when it is gone,

I couldn’t feel a thing,

Leaving my body motionless and empty,

I came to this realization,

It has been my fate,

With only one thought I had been thrown away into the Ministry of Love and Hate.

© 2008 Sean K. Gall


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Sean K. Gall
Sean K. Gall

Oakdale, CA



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I basically live in a small town trying to grow. I started writing poems when i was a senior in my senior english class.I've been writing stories since my freshman year. After that i continued to writ.. more..

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