Life Of The Living - Poem by Terri Louise
I chose to make a silent plea, to the Gods above that look down on me,
And I thought they ignored all the soul in my voice, and I thought that it meant it was always my choice,
So I chose to shred and slash and tear, at the peace in my life that I thought didn't care,
And I chose what I thought was the greatest goodbyes, in a destructive path full of deceit and lies.
Intense and cold I looked for the sun, to release my jaded thoughts of someone,
A someone so closed from pain and thrill, that made me think I needed to kill,
My soul, my heart, my being, my life, just to keep things balanced on an edge of a knife,
So I looked for someone to break through the hold, to shatter the ice that kept my heart cold.
Then it flew to my life on a carpet of fire, and it promised to take me forever higher,
And to dance with the Devil, I jumped at the fate, and I kept on falling, in a confinement of hate,
So I carelessly threw out, all my worn-out possessions, and instead replaced them with deadly obsessions,
In a spiral of lust, I thought wouldn't end, where I had nothing to lose, with hate as my friend.
So then it's gone, in a blink of closed eyes, and I look back to the days where I told all those lies,
And ignorance is bliss for all of a day, until you realise you need to accept how you play,
Jump off the road that you thought you should walk, and run in the grass, through the leaves you can stalk,
Hold yourself close, and shut off the pain, of all of the thoughts that can drive you insane.
Time is a healer, and to look back to the start, it wasn't your choice, it was simply your part,
In a hallway of life, where you choose all the doors, take a chance with one and hope you don't fall,
'Cause everything that happens, the good and the bad, leads you here where you are, so love the time that you had,
Now I look to the stars, and I wince at the pain, but then I just smile, and stay playing this game.
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