Was I ever the maker of my own fate?
The nuisance of all these years
Of a thousand horrors, a thousand fears
Was I ever the master of my own soul?
Flinched at every turn of doom
Buried within me like a tomb
Was I ever walking down the right path?
Bludgeoned down upon with grimaces
Bowed head at each and every faces
Was I ever truly alive?
Loomed over the horrors of past present
Saturday, May 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,grief,life,life and death,poem,tragedy