Redemption

Redemption

A Poem by Harry Mora
"

It means what you want, to whom you want

"

There was never anything for me to see

Only words I thought were fantasy

But, over the years I've come to realize

All words have a reality


As I write and draw from life's intricacy

I've come to feel what I could never see


I cursed the divine for struggle through this life

And wallowed in my misery

But, I was assisted through all that strife

Somehow turned pain to creativity


My dreams of death, unfulfilled

I cut for blood and death

My excoriating hands were stilled

and I continue to draw breath


I know in me was not the strength

These thoughts still bring me pain

Somehow my hands found restraint

Words and tears, not blood became the rain


The pain I've caused

The innocence lost

Both in me and around

Seem an insult to the life I've found


I turned, a stain on my soul

Became what I hated and grew so cold

Let chemicals and pain be my fuel

Used others' emotions as a tool


Abused spirits as mine had been done

Viewed every person as a battle to be won

Uncaring, unfeeling I lived my days

Diving through lives as the villain, I played


Forgive and forget the person you knew

Try to accept that THIS person is true

With open heart lead me to unreachable heights

With love restore my sight

© 2010 Harry Mora


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Added on May 16, 2010
Last Updated on May 18, 2010

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Harry Mora
Harry Mora

East Newark, NJ



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My work began primarily as a way to exorcise my own inner demons, and give them a voice outside of my mind. I currently have a short stories in the anthologies MASTERS OF HORROR: DAMNED IF YOU DON'.. more..

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