A punishment, a proof of existence of god
Result of my choices, perhaps a payback
Or a conspiracy of fate, or a human fraud
Emptiness of my mind, or spirit I lack
All are causes for my current curse
For solitude, exodus of love and joy
All has made this verse by verse
Creating this man , killing this boy
If punishment then why
For I heard their whispers
For I yelled truth in their faces
For not telling a lie
I ask for mercy, Oh God of might
Though blasphemous I have been
Forgiveness I seek, and I do believe
Sleepless I am for all my night
If a result of my actions then why do I regret
For what goes around comes around
All good I’ve done, then good I shall get
Yet alone I am, how fair does it sound
Or do I have to bear others mistakes
For leading them to light , for those wounds I heal
Wasn’t enough that I listen , the echo still aches
Wasn’t it enough that I can feel
Am I condemned to such a life
Where my friends left away
Where destiny sharpens the knife
Backstab me everyday
Or was it a fraud from the start
A result of their jealousy
Where treason becomes an art
To end the life in me
Or am I only blind to see
I took a step to hell
Fool who believes in humanity
Which betrayed him once he fell
Or was it the death behind my soul
That brought me to my blues
An evil to light he burns it all
Into ashes all ends ,until he had to lose
These were words of a lost man. They remind me of a very old pair of eyes one is able to look at and see what becomes of humanity. Every single one of us. We learn words we think we perectly understand, but there are always new colors to things we see, new corners to view them from. People who shed masks, and others who wear new ones. Seasons change and since the time this had been written I hope things have become clearer to you. There was a bit too much bitterness to swallow while reading, but overall it was alright. I liked the rhymes and the thoughts this poem has provoked. Keep writing.
These were words of a lost man. They remind me of a very old pair of eyes one is able to look at and see what becomes of humanity. Every single one of us. We learn words we think we perectly understand, but there are always new colors to things we see, new corners to view them from. People who shed masks, and others who wear new ones. Seasons change and since the time this had been written I hope things have become clearer to you. There was a bit too much bitterness to swallow while reading, but overall it was alright. I liked the rhymes and the thoughts this poem has provoked. Keep writing.
You do a great job here, capturing the bewilderment of misfortune. We choose a path, aware that doing the "right thing" is often a hard and rocky road, but when life comes roaring in, and the consequences begin to pile up, we cannot help but rail against the injustice.
Society creates the man, kills the boy.. is such a powerful statement. We often think that one can't exist with the other. It's those moments of soul review that we need to embrace the boy and the man.. feeling the balance that was intended for us.. Then life, love, people would find their right places inside our hearts, souls, and daily life.. Loving and embracing yourself whole is the key..xo
ok... this is good... but you need to stop forcing words, write now, think later! use the first words that come into your head!
it would be a lot better
Oh..it is interesting how people always seek justification...how they ask God why something is happening to them and not someone else...I ask..Why not? We must bear no more than we are capable of bearing --- how we bear it determines whether we are doing in the mode of goodness or in the mode of selfishness, I believe...
That being said....You have written this beautifully...it is wonderful in with its questions..with its easy flow..Extremely well done :)
Gotta wonder...Is there such thing as justification. I see you spent your time. And that's something to read, because you can always tell when someone wants to really show their skills! Nice job!