Dying EmbersA Poem by Jane DoeI altercate every day My diligence, affliction, agony, heart ache, tears, pain, torment, and torture
I did it for you… that suffering for this? Yet another wage of war? To prove my right to exist …to live to be LEGITIMATE so tell me, perhaps you now find me a farce? An antic? Has this atrocious monster finally won? Am I disgustingly devoid of value and worth? Eternally and fatally flawed, a pathetic loser and hopeless case? NO I am a FIGHTER more tragic boo hoo's of yet another wasteful, lost effort how will I crawl up from this floor? Collect my wisdom, logic, and reason together as a clan of clarity perhaps thus I may surrender to a shining certainty, of which I haven't a clue do you request more strength, because I feel my bones wrung dry! You ask me to be even stronger! Where am I expected to find courage, durability, firmness, force, and fortitude? For God, He spites me, and nature has been far too cruel All of the Forces whisper a shameful and guilty truth I SHOULD NOT EXIST Then why, perchance, am I still living? Is it simply some freakish fluke? Where do I derive purpose from unsubstantiated truths? Where in to summon, beckon to will, determination, and purposeful power my heart yearns for comfort in these dark hours I need a reason to desire, to continue waging war and fighting And here in I locate the answer I am Soulful I will not be burned down My forest endures disasters
with indestructible trees of triumph of whose roots shall ground me as I pummel into a hurricane breeze. © 2009 Jane DoeReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 14, 2009 AuthorJane DoeAboutI am eighteen years of age and growing up is my biggest fear. I am a total mess nothing in my life goes as planned , but I am content. I cant drink something if there aren't 3 ice cubes in it. if th.. more..Writing
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