Final Hours

Happiness is an illusion
That I have come to face
The path we take is predetermined
By all our past mistakes

Find the peace in this confusion
My body laid to rest
Something lost and now abandoned
I thought I knew what's best

Fight the chaos, cling to power
Futility's denial
Fail to give the space demanded
And so I walk the mile

Now we live our final hours
In silence we will break
Stop to see what we've left stranded
Before there's no escape.

Reviews

[Nisreen]

I can see your thoughts
but dont you think we have more free will than we often give credit for

we hold the key to happiness
its just about finding the right door

interesting write

[Coyote Poetry]

The final hours and final thoughts. Forgiveness or goodbye will we seek?
"Stop to see what we've left stranded
Before there's no escape."
I enjoyed the poem. Left the reader with questions. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Tasteless Heart]

thank you for taking the time to read it!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.