A Moment's Mission

This poem is about staying strong in the face or adversity, rather than running away. And what we do with our moment of time on this earth, run away from reality like a coward, or make something of us

Have you ever wanted to die smiling?

I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t want to be buying a place in the sky a face a life behind the lines of reality

Morality never allowed me to do this, to kiss this earth before leaving for the last time, to give birth to a new life

To dessert myself and sacrifice this slice of empty happiness for a nice redemption, fully comprehending something better

Now I’m ready to steady my hands and my grip on this land and the sands of times that decide how many rhymes dictate my life and float up into the atmosphere without any fear life being an opening cheer for the many show’s vice

Bearing the pain blow for blow tearing the layers of suffering and hope off like nothing, a terror, a game that kills the player

I am self-aware of my power, I understand the need to face my monsters, and slay the beings with my feelings, my will like steel, this fight real in my mind, revealed

I had the spine to spit in the face of a hypocrite, so full of s**t that you can smell it all over the sick wit of a fake man of peace, without release, but you cannot face the feats of a santistanistic person who makes you feel like a waste of space no matter how altruistic your life tastes, what you’ve put at stake, merely for their sake

I will not let myself be erased by the faceless demon, I will not give up dreaming, but giving up the dream of reality would mean I would have to be, cowardly an unsatisfactory a*****e turned refractory, I couldn’t respect that sort of me, so why do I wish to be free, and act to be happily accepting fate, when your actually running away, laugh at me, but actually, if this world really matters to me, why would I betray the ones who trust in me, lose my belief and leave?

I would rather face this hatred head on, headstrong, fear gone, respond to the monster asking me to come closer and fight an ocean of lies living a life-hardened by my trials, walking the trail that made me try, struggling against my own demise, wiser than running away like a coward who’s blind

Why wouldn’t they then take down everything I’d ever known, if I’d been shown something better and choose some angelic s**t instead of being hear screaming in a world teeming with terror, prepared for the wear and tear left barren like a masochist, rebel against what’s happening, be an activist, factor in the lives that will live after me, act on this, stay

And live

Grinning like a sinner, and be the final winner, countdown every minute, and fight for everything I know, every moment within it

Because one moment is enough the vomit the honest truth from our mouths, and become a liar, a monster, a coward, change into someone else

And I will never abandon the ones who handed me redemption, and they will never mention the one who lived through every second a force to be reckoned with, making a mess of it, effortless, neck to neck with the best of them, but when the world holds you by your throat, will you just do what your told?

Word for word, spit for spit, giving all of it through the sacrilegious burn your bridges with the matches of selfish self-loving outwardly hating rigid religious attitude swarming on the streets and in the avenues into oblivion through, rabid views, rabbit holes, and savage wars across the world until one sides dead and the others living covered in crimson, fulfilling their inclusive elusively abusive god’s mission

But I’ll never let that happen, because I’ll remain until my last second, until the afterlife beckons, I reckon leaving would be wrong, so until I’m gone, I’ll remain strong, never back down, never act wrong, be someone that these pages can count on, spitting my ink on em like a fountain, until my will can be passed on

Giving humans that fight themselves a leg to stand on, and demand love, from those that abandoned humanities daughters and son’s, making innocent blood run for their own fun

The shadow of the dice cast on past the time I’m gone, until my moment’s over and the odds of life ask on on a new callous shallow ever growing loner, show them pain, test their luck, and bask all the same on their decision to fight, attack, or run and turn their backs on the dust of a rusted reality masking the past, or facing the future, unto tomorrow, decide if mankind is useless, or refuses to back down, forcing themselves to be hopeful, holding onto their moment, or breaking down telling themselves they can’t push forward

Until their moment’s over

And they can decide if they want stand tall, tough, or to give up it all up, having had enough, and hand away, run away from the world of today they love just to die smiling, in that moment, unbroken, or hopeless

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Jordan Eliza Beer]

This is amazing! Check out some of my writing! PS: I AM ONLY 10!

[limoncello]

I loved this, beautiful piece!
Thanks for entering it in the contest!

[Jordan Eliza Beer]

I tried to submit an entry, but it said i could not! Why not?

[Jordan Eliza Beer]

I also tried to posta poem

[wordman]

go out with a bang,live forever and never be forgotten,
what more could you ask

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You always have something new about your poems... I read it. It is beautiful. I can almost imagine everything happening around me! Great Job!
As always, Good Luck and Best wishes for your poems.
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