quiet existance

Alone I walk beneath forced shadow,

Banished from my own free life.

My poor fate nature did endow,

Shaky hands tempted by thy knife.

Tragedy was a warned inevitability,

But to deaf ears it had succumbed.

No longer am I considered for amiability.

My soul, my passion, my life now numbed.

Along these frosted streets so bare,

I amble on in a despairing stupor.

All would be fine if their lives had been spared.

But alas, now their memory is all but vapour.

My existence now but an endless nightmare,

With societies shuns a common depressor.

An outcast now, to my pain they’re unaware,

Scowled upon as a mere transgressor.

My dampened eyes that weep for all,

Suppurate for the ones who do not deserve pity.

Although in life I feel wrongfully condemned.

Rejections travel to my ears, but I will help this city,

My sad heart remembers the night I made amends,

Through my child’s death I still manage a smile.

Other children I now forever vow to defend.

To always protect them from the cruel and hostile,

Although loss now drives my saddened soul.

My tragedy I forever shield in mystery,

My self sacrifice, my life they stole.

My hidden past, purposely erased history,

So the night I gave my life for that stranger,

To save him in my children’s innocent honour.

The night I plunged into the heart of danger,

And became that abandoned, abused boy’s armour.

I silently took the scowls, curses and strikes,

For I wish someone would have done the same for my own.

For my children I endured the daily dislikes,

Until my life I gave to return my dead babies home.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

im not sure if i am happy with this quite yet, might revise second half momentarily

Reviews

[Iota]

When we have a personal bad experience and can show us or teach us how to stand up for that cause so no one else has to experience what we did and I am sure in the back of the mind is the thought I wish someone had done this for me. I believe by being involved it helps with the pain. I could feel the despair in this right excellent poem.