Dark Poetry #1 |
my life |
jytree Member
since 2000-01-26
Posts 336omaha ark usa |
My life, what does it all mean, From the day we live till the day we die, We search, Search for some thing we cannot find, Thus makes us human, Hunting and wanting, For a better life, Which never comes, If we get lucky, Time will favor us Live long be happy, Tis a joke, Daily sacrifices we all endure, We all go unwatch, Unloved, By all humanity, We in the eyes of man are dangerous creatures, We are hunted, Killed, Murdered, Sacrificed for the cause, What cause is worth death? I am going to die for a cause? I sit and wonder, Broken and sad, With the pain of I might be next, No I don't deserve to die, I have done nothing, Still the hunt must go on they said, so here I lay scared, ashmed, and persecuted, For my life, So I run, Run into the and have it embrace me like a father embraces a son after a war, I am the night, The night is part of me, Will they find me? Maybe! But I will try for my life, In the play of death, The price of loseing death, The price of winning life, We all decide everyday on this game, It is a sad existance to know that how we feel in charge we are the hunted, Surprising maybe, But nothing surprises me any more, I have been the hunted all my life, Now it is my turn to be the hunter this is how some people feel when they are trapped in life this is how the world still works. |
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TanAngel Member
since 2000-02-01
Posts 168Oviedo, Florida, USA |
This poem is great!! I know I feel like that a lot. Are you one of the people that feel like that? You didn't say you did but...I kind-of guessed you do or did |
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jytree Member
since 2000-01-26
Posts 336omaha ark usa |
SOMETIMES I feel like that but like I said at the end I am the hunter I am in control as much as I can be |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
jytree, strong emotional poem. I guess we all feel this way sometime, and it is good for us to realize we can try to take control of some of our fate and future. janet marie Some things cannot be explained by verses that rhyme, They are not measured by the commitment of time. Some emotions run too deep to be described by words, Forgiveness and understanding- remain the most beautiful words ever heard. Janet Marie |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Wonderful musings, I love how your thoughts ebbed and flowed here. Rather than be the hunter, picture yourself as the spiritualist. For all journeys of good should start within. Bravo, great read Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely. ~Isis~ (Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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