The hand of fate...

My fate

has been sealed

long before

I’ve been given choice

Within these veins,

roils a disease

in which I have been given no voice.

In hallowed grace

even broken, swollen

to fail, I shall not

tired hands, twisting

each knuckle

within they rot

I can not hope to escape

not even time will ease

for in that day

I shall lay down my ghost

not even the cool earth will appease

I blame you not

for my kismet has long been cast

written in the chronicles of time

bequeathed

from a dead hand

of ancestors past.

Weep for me no more

I resign

this hand, long dealt

you birthed this heart,

mother dear

in graciousness,

your love is felt.

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

This piece is very good! Nice tribute!

[KAREN]

Good emotion shown here, felt sad and dark, really good flow!!

[xjust-for-me.x]

A great write enjoyed it very much..ty for sharing it with us.

[An owl on the moon]

There is that feeling of haunted grace, flowing through time... watering your world... Here is the mystery of past breathing life into the present. Powerfully voiced in such anguish...

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

This flows so nicely really showing the emotions and heartache from something as dark and devious as that. The undeniable truth and unescapable chains of the inevitable. Well done.

[Revolutionary]

No sugar coating
I like the poem and there is not much to improve on.
I believe roils you meant rolls
Just a thought I think this line could flow better if instead of....
Not even the cool earth will appease
cool earth will not even appease
small stuff.some punctuation but nothing your publisher can't fix

[Ruth]

This has moved me so much! Absolutely breathtaking love! A poignant write, the curse of having no choice and yet the so called gift of birth, so many things in life we have no choice of!
Excellent poem!
Favs and a 100 I think lol
xx

[StacyPerry]

I enjoyed this poem very much so. Well written.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. Sometime we are born with one foot in the grave. I like the feel and emotion of this poem. So many lines stood out in this poem.
"I blame you not
for my kismet has long been cast
written in the chronicles of time"
A outstanding poem. I like it.
Coyote