Chaarzarul Rockett Poems
Upon waking, I could smell the roses
Calling me to their thorns
I clutched one of them, and felt their pain
And asked God, 'Why was I born? '
And then, I saw the light above
The Sun, Moon, and Stars
I felt the ground beneath my feet
And history showed me scars.
Scars of men, gathering roses
To place above their beds
In the slumbering sweetness of lust
The price of such, their heads
So, I gained knowledge, I knew fear
I walked a many miles
To find the answer lying still
Like angry crocodiles.
For, I am the answer, I am the ...
Love And Happiness
I am not happy.
I never have been.
I know what love is,
but I do not know what it is for.
This life I live
Has never brought satisfaction,
But I cannot stop
Myself from wanting more.