As if by some divine design,
I clearly give up on things, it seems
Because life has given me its only sign,
Of ridding me of my solemn dreams.
Life may be the greatest gift of all,
But at what cost must my mind diverge,
For life keeps me from standing tall,
Crippling me despite my heart and soul's converge.
In the thoughts of my self-pity,
Gave way to a pain submersed,
Inside this lone, hollow ditty,
Hoping to relieve this curse.
If life was just and fair to feel,
Then pointless is it to live,
But just the same is life to appeal,
Because it can take away that it gives.
Life has its up's and down's
But more proned you are to fall,
And all the beauty of life is drowned,
By pain and sorrow's wicked call.
So as if by some divine narcosis,
I drift out of the life I see
For life may have its roses,
But its thorns prick my finger bleed.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Chelsea Moffitt 16 April 2007
I love reading your poems. You have such a wonderful talent with words.
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Lesa K 27 July 2006
Very beautiful... and so well done! I love the ending! Roses- they are my favorite flower.
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