I Went To The Gates Poem by James Edwards

This story was written, but not on pages
Told by the lost of the wasted ages.

See,
I went to the gates to get the book
The voice came by, my soul it shook
A sound of foe, a mother, a friend
Didn’t bring a book, it handed a pen.
The mission was simple, but rather hard
Find who turned the clouds so dark.

I lived the day the earth drank gin.
The water to wash all the sins,
Swirled its way to the next lay over
Leaving the masses with a hexed hangover.
Over and over, they blamed the sea
When the guilt was lying and framing me.

I saw mercury rise, within the stars
This place isn’t earth, It’s more like Mars
Young boys die warriors before they can learn
That a sword in another, another will turn,
More enemies awaken, as cocoon fields rose
World War Four will be fought with the stones

I’m supposed to study
And forget the world
But it gave birth
A mind that twirled
And confused its way past the soul
Back to the start with less control.

But,
I don’t reason in destinies sake
Trying to scapegoat my mistake
You should have spoke
You should have shout
Instead You whispered
among the clouds.

And left us here in a path
That ends.

Like the ink
In this pointless pen.