Self Pity Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Nothing is fair outside the gates of Eden
She cries and cries and can't see it's self pity
Why me? Why not you?

Upon the ships of rebellion she sighs
Pride languishes its depraved armies
The battle cry blows with trumpets of woe

They lower the casket into the dust
Who can stand before the throne of light
Take your golden idols and pawn them

Images of happiness and success fail
Promises of the perfect life crumble
Her sanity is nothing but a sham

Soldiers lay dying shot in the head
Prisons fill with the petty outlaw
refugees flee the great war machines

Silver eyes peer in the night of ghosts
Silence haunts her empty hall ways
Castles filled with lonely portraits

The past is always becoming a museum
Life is a march into choices
Between two eternities we grovel

Look at the stars and marvel
Hear the broken hearted and comfort
Leave your self pity for the lost shadows