All The Mistakes (One Life Can Take) - Poem by Kendzi Samuel
You wouldn't imagine they flash this bright
I raise an arm to my brow again.
But barely do they bring the least delight
They stab your bones till U feel the pain
All the mistakes, you helped life to make
Like you helped your mum bake, a nice round cake.
But out of the pan, comes the gingerbread man!
He cried as he ran, 'Correct me, if you can! '
All the mistakes, one life can take,
But still asks for more, like Oliver Twist
With your own hands your take, your heart and break,
Of little You are sure, the really very least.
All the mistakes, one life can make,
That ooze of agony, that tastes like sand
Much is at stake, the adored Jewel's fake
Your gut You hold in pain, then a whip cracks your back
All the mistakes, my life or fate?
Regretting made choices, and those I did not.
When the waves break, why did I hesistate?
These accusing voices, these excusing thoughts
I never thought I would see You again,
You lazy monster, in a tattered frame
But I stare at a mirror, not a painting,
I wonder if I would ever feel the same.
I never want to hear that shrill sound again,
Clench teeth in agony, squeeze my eyes shut.
But I should glue my palms to my ears then,
Assured to commit no felony, so that the alarm will not blurt.
Hands behind my back, as I walk down the lane,
Monuments, the crumbling liturgies are.
Grateful that fainter gets the stabbing pain
(But 'cause the rubble heaps, I cant get very far) .
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