If It's Only Just BegunA Poem by Anna MendesEven felt the threads if vitality slipping through your fingers? Here, for just a moment is my soul slowed down -snap shot- of how it feels to me as the resounding fervor that abides within me tries to break out.
If it's only just begun...............................
It feels half over. I don't want to beg but I'm not too proud to cry. Searching for a turn that will make me act different. If I don't get up and roar then they'll walk all over me.
If I'm too old for fairytails............ Give me something to believe in. I wouldn't fry if you'd give me gold once in a while. Dying for a cause that's ultimatley lost. I ain't scared of nothing so that's what you'll get from me.
If you have to love before you hate............... Then I'll teach you a new song. I've loved some and I've lost some but I've hated all the same. Giving up on a conviction that now strikes me more as a whim. Somethings where meant to be tested; hear me now, I'll give 'em hell.
If souls were meant for searching..................... I'll sail yours through and through They can change the label but they'll never lift off the rust. Abondoned to a twisted sidewalk I give fate a glance. Is it following me or am I left to chance?
If time is meant for healing............... Then why so many wounds? I'm but a stranger to everything; wisdom not excluded Giving strangers cold water; giving life a chance. Hear me now oh horror! My life's a bucket of bliss.
If I die tomorrow............ Then tomorrow I won't miss. I cannot miss something I never had in the first place. Striking turns a hard man's sould inside out; All united can't be tossed out. Time's not forgotten me but it left a scar. © 2008 Anna Mendes |
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1 Review Added on December 27, 2008 AuthorAnna MendesMSAboutI am undeniably drawn into the world of art more everyday. If it isn't in my blood it's in my soul. I don't know what I'll be remembered for in way of craft or trade but my vision and passion is the s.. more..Writing
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