Angry cryA Poem by Deron AlexisAngry Cry There
it’s been For a
while now Like a
cancer in my chest I’ve
done my best But I can’t
fight it I don’t
know how.
And if
good things come to
those that wait Or to a
good man I don’t
understand Where’s
my liberation? What’s
my fate? To burn
in anguish or hate? No,
good things come to good
men men who
sign the cross and say
their prayers at night These
ones get to judge you and accuse you of their slight.
For as
long as my sorrow grew, As long
as my shadows consumed me, I’ve
been waiting for some good To come
along console me. But here
we are again One the
faker ,another accuser We’ll
make a choice tonight. Do I turn
this weapon upon
myself, or do I
cry away the suicide? do I claw
my way out dragging
on with someone’s stride selfishly
spitting out the demons in their
face? or… I could die alone Am I so in vain? So pointless and disdained Selfish and in pain.
“You could
be happy.” The words
of someone fake Revelling
in their superiority Because
I’m so melodramatic And their world is so safe. © 2014 Deron AlexisReviews
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StatsAuthorDeron AlexisCunupia village, Caroni, Trinidad and TobagoAboutBeen gone from writers cafe a while. Dunno if im back for good. Im hoping im not as much of a little s**t as my 16 year old self was. Lets see how this goes i guess more..Writing
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