NihiloA Poem by M. J. C. MataDespite it all, there is still the fact that it all may not matter.I am a king who sits alone Amidst the riches of his throne. Vested with powers great and strong, With a life he can't have for long. I am a teacher, great and wise, Who just can't see her different lies. Gifted with knowledge as precious as gems, Like fruits that burden my brittle stems. I am a master of many trades, With no one to bet their aces and spades. Given no chance to prove my mettle, With no choice to mediocrity must settle. I am a lover with boundless love, Whose chances denied by those from above. Granted with women I eternally adore, Yet, to go further is forbidden to implore. I am worthless in the eyes of men, Despised and hounded up to no end. In the end all I want is to try To get some peace when I go to die.
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Added on August 26, 2008 |