Nothing more...

So this is what I’ve come to be,

Silver thorns and rugged dreams,

You’ve taken more than I can give,

Reason torn to make believe,

 

The cup of bland bloody tea at a generous morning,

The occasional smoke

Leaves a bad taste in

The distance that separates my dreams,

 

Little things that never mattered,

Creep up into life,

Where living in the shadows

Was never an option

 

The choice we have

Is a lie

That needs to grow

Until they read at your last rites,

 

Searching for that perfect camouflage,

Staring big in your face,

Company and the noise

Only made matters worse,

 

Sacrificed so much to see,

The difference in between

A soaring kite and a flying bird,

 

So I wished for a lot of things,

Someone else’s wish came true,

And I was happy,

For there was nothing more to do...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the field trip in strong words. I like how you wrote the poem. Each set of lines making the poem stronger.
"The choice we have
Is a lie
That needs to grow
Until they read at your last rites,:
A very strong ending to a excellent poem. Sometime we must make the gate keeper think he won. We must be free in mind and spirit. If not. What do we have left?
Coyote

[alexlessah]

very deep. very nice!

[Siddhartha]

Choice and sacrifice - seem two different things but you combine them beautifully to show the worth of human life.There are thorns and pain aplenty but still life always seeks higher purpose and almost always gets it.

[Shuvodeep De]

That's a song that binds all our heart.......really, every time we look at our reflection, we ask the one n only question........hav I got what I wanted???? What we realize is that we r wasted!!!......and thus follows such a nihilistic song.......great write!!!