The Way Of Life Poem by Keegan Cooke

The light shines through to my bruised and broken hand
Weak from my inner conflict that I can't understand
There's no way to choose between whats wrong and right

The decisions are blurry from the pain of the fight
Unable to comprehend why I feel so confused
If this is so wrong then why does it feel so right?

I want to grasp these feelings that are infused
I know they are real, for they push with incredible might
The things I have to see, close to every day

Bring me feelings, that belong on the dark side of the grave
They stun me and leave me bumbling in dismay
There are people that say life isn't fair

But life doesn't make your choices for you
You make the Hell in which you start to flare
Getting angry so you blame and curse the air

The weight begins to bares down and you realize your alone
So you cry out to anyone, even to those you don't know
The sound of your shout shoots through the dark

But hearing your echo come back, further breaks your heart
Now you see your pain is your very own work of art
Every blow from everyone, were in fact your own darts

These are thoughts that ache inside of me
Slowly eating and burning my priorities
This is the conflict that destroys everything inside of me

The battle that only I can fight to once again be free