The ChoiceA Poem by Sonia
He reached out a hand
and offered me Eden offered my the blissful fields of paradise offered me a home But i could not answer him I could not pass through my lips what was not in my heart what was not in my dreams "Give me not your gardens, give my not your joys give me not the endless days of sun give me hell" And he laughed with a quiver questioned me why wondered why the greatest of gifts was so ill welcomed "Because men aren't meant to sit idle not to smile and watch the stars they long the thrill, the pain they long the gentle scars If you make them sit so tie the to the incessant joy they will become hollow they will weep Because men need something to grasp they need something new a gentle song will tire them so but a rhapsody will do" And so the fist closed and away he sent my turbid soul, scarcely clad and within those roaring embers finally i was glad © 2010 SoniaAuthor's Note
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Added on October 9, 2010Last Updated on October 9, 2010 AuthorSoniaCAAboutHmm...where to begin... Well, my name is Sonia and I am currently a college freshman. Though I am not majoring in writing it is one of my great passions, along with many other things which occupy my .. more..Writing
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