CarelessA Poem by Kwiksie Ifediora...in the beginning...It was a gift. A concept that appeared new and foreign to
me. For i had never been- Merely a fond concept you chose to make
reality. I stared up upon waking that very first day To have my vision assaulted by soothing tones
of blue and light. I knew you were there, although you were
nowhere in sight Thus i inhaled my gift deeply, The gift of life... I tried to take it all in at first, But all i could take in was short of enough. It was all you. There was your signature in every form And it was all good. I knew i could trust you from that very
instant- The moment i began. You began my beginning, Bringing an end to me not existing And i was all yours. All you had to say i wanted to hear And to my joy you always spoke. Everywhere i turned there was you speaking While i ceaselessly listened With each and every one of my senses. From the birds infused greetings into the
newly birthed day To the fathomless depths' constantly
persuading the earth to come their way While housing the tireless swimmers in their
body of blue As the sunlight glistened off its surface and
the green lands’ dew- I sat or lay or walked, But listened. Our relationship was perfection's joy- Up until i gave it up and fell for evil's
ploy. It was the worst thing i could ever have done And it was my very undoing. Suddenly, the place you'd once filled was a
gaping vacuum I wanted to put you back in but in the echoes
of my grave, There just wasn't any room. I didn't know what to do to make things
right, Because all i knew i shouldn't i did; For my own death i made the highest bid. I was sorry, but not as much as I'd been
careless. Outside my knowledge though, was the path Leading to the solution you'd already mapped
out before i knew to get lost. Despite its priceless incalculable cost- You gave it. I had sacrificed our relationship for my
folly's pleasure Yet you sacrificed the one who pleased you
for my ultimate salvation. I'm not sorry for the sacrifice, But i am sorry i forced you to give it By my being so very careless. © 2013 Kwiksie IfedioraAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 16, 2013 Last Updated on June 16, 2013 Tags: Gift, careless, beginning, life, creation, relationships, knowledge, grave, sacrifice. AuthorKwiksie IfedioraPort Harcourt, NigeriaAboutCarrying His yoke because it's lighter than my sin, shining His light because minus it, i'm all dim. So now, thanks to my rebirth, my race for heaven defines my walk on earth. :) LoveMyProfile... more..Writing
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