The Wealthy DestituteA Poem by Isefyrea little positive thinking goes a long wayI was struggling to find something to lighten my life The repetitive grind, the failures I had, kept pointing to strife I stretched my neck, I needed something, I seemed to hunger The realisation was there, I was no younger I searched for redemption, for someone to take my hand The arrows as signs that fate should have scrawled in the sand
I was looking afar to reach pastures new “It’s what you have” the cold wind blew At last I was answered, that was my lot So poor from then on, nothing have I got My hands have been rubbed sore, my will been broken I did ask for help, to deaf ears I had spoken
As I lay my despair, self obsessed, for all to see If my adversaries knew they would be laughing with glee There was no point in a next step, there was no route to take maybe if I just lay still long enough I would not wake It was at this point I was willed, the answer was clear ‘It’s what you have’, it is what I hold dear
These choices I made were the ones I thought right Fates a funny thing, the futures path is not lit up so bright The truth is so beautiful, time watched it unfold I understand it more now, it is the people I hold I have always had someone close holding my hand There is hope, the future is not written in the sand © 2012 IsefyreFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on December 17, 2012 Last Updated on December 17, 2012 AuthorIsefyreLondon, Spritual but not religious, United KingdomAboutI live in London and in between my day/night job in 'arrivals' at a busy hospital I love to write/dream/create. Although I have always wanted to write properly, life has had a regular habit of distrac.. more..Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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