We're thrown hard into a world
that we know nothing about.
We're born small, weak, and speechless,
troubled with our thoughts of doubt!
Our lives are the brainchild
of both God and the Devil.
The devil sketched the design
while God was being divine!
We only live once, thank God,
but we die when it's our time.
If we don't die when we're young,
we'll grow old before we die!
Our lives are the brainchild
of both God and the Devil.
The devil sketched the design
while God was being divine!
If you speak your piece of mind,
they'll push you back in line.
If you shut up and listen,
you too will be a victim!
Disease
Depression
Hunger
Oppression
Fear
Numbness
Anxiety
Emptiness
Let every piece slowly sink
into your quicksand mind!
I enjoy the play of religion and state of mind. While I have my own idea's on design and creation, this was actually a very, very well done piece. Bravo!
This is a unique design for a poem and the resulting structure mirrors the message of the poet. His repeated mention of God and the Devil is a good poetic device but it was broken by the finish of the poem. I'd like to think this was a deliberate thing to create this mirror, but I'm not sure. I gave it a 7 for that reason. GW62
I enjoyed your poem. I hope you keep a lyric notebook. You have a musical flair. I noted in your bio that you have eclectic tastes (like me.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well said Michael, a chant from a serene mind that drew a circle where in the game goes on while THEY wait out in pursuit..........we've to handle life with care that is so fragile.......rgrds and thanks for sharing/salu.