Poetry

Poem: Life in my Hand

 

 

I can’t keep up with the world
Since it tries to act as a double edge sword
The more I kill the enemy
The more it pierces through me
In the end, I don’t have anything to defend
In the end, should I pretend
Not to be hurt
And just smile
When in fact I am about to die
The string of faith is not so strong
They break as you walk along
Rip apart when you start creating art
And when you close yourself inside
Do you think you will die with pride?
The sword keeps pushing inside of you no matter what you do
No matter what you think
No matter what you feel
In the end, you’ll see what’s fake and what’s real
Emotions and facts combined in life’s artifacts
When you see one run
Because harm will be done with one look
That’s all that it took
That’s all what it ever takes when you gaze
And that’s not the end of the story
Because you are driving a freaking lorry
To an unknown destination
Through the forest of procrastination
The mountains of your desperation
And the roads of the great depression
Yet you are there sitting on your comfy chair
Goin’ 80 miles per hour
Screaming about life being sour
The favorite thing about it is not knowing where you are going
Because if you knew, what would you change, what would you be ever able to do?
I don’t know me, I don’t know you
What I really want to do is create myself
Mold the me into whatever I want to be
Stay true to the values I hold so dearly
And preserver
Life is not all about defense or attack
Even if the double end sword will get me one day
I will be able to say my last words
They will echo to the chamber of life and death, in between
Do you know what I mean?
It will reach the end of the world, the end of the universe
Because it will be like a fire from a verse
It will hit deep and wake the gods up from their sleep
Then, you ask me, what will happen?
What will become of you?
What will become of me?
I don’t know a thing about you, but I will go out smiling, what will you do?

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