I'm not that good of a poet... and I know that. But in some of my darkest times I still seem to go towards it. (It's true! Honestly... I have books and books of poetry dating back to Middle School of all my heartaches). For one of my classes we were asked to write a poem... and I came out with two. I ended up showing the more vague and nice one to my class... but I thought I should post the dark one some where... so here they both are in entirety:
A woeful day,
A day beget from a night of darkness.
How one wishes to forget!
But a memory like this is etched in stone,
only weathered by the waters of time,
slowly smoothing the stone
until none can read it.
A woeful day,
A day beget from spoken truth.
Should a truth like this be respected?
Should a tyrannical king be respected for holding the office?
His acts disregarded because they're explained?
His misdeeds cannot hide behind honesty,
they can only be what they are.
A woeful day,
A day beget from distance.
How one wishes to disappear!
Does distance make me less a person?
We are still connected,
a slice of one heart string has left me in pain,
yet, more strings exist,
and so I must stay holding on.
A woeful day,
A day beget from mindless sin.
Should loss of sanity be to blame?
Is it a crime for which one can plea such a thing?
No.
Never forget, never respect, never disappear, never blame.
Always love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To my friend I exclaimed:
"Why are there so many choices?"
Do not worry, dear companion,
A choice is a path,
all to which have the same destination.
But, choose wisely.
If you make your heart agree with you head, all shall be right.
A Woeful Day
A woeful day,
A day beget from a night of darkness.
How one wishes to forget!
But a memory like this is etched in stone,
only weathered by the waters of time,
slowly smoothing the stone
until none can read it.
A woeful day,
A day beget from spoken truth.
Should a truth like this be respected?
Should a tyrannical king be respected for holding the office?
His acts disregarded because they're explained?
His misdeeds cannot hide behind honesty,
they can only be what they are.
A woeful day,
A day beget from distance.
How one wishes to disappear!
Does distance make me less a person?
We are still connected,
a slice of one heart string has left me in pain,
yet, more strings exist,
and so I must stay holding on.
A woeful day,
A day beget from mindless sin.
Should loss of sanity be to blame?
Is it a crime for which one can plea such a thing?
No.
Never forget, never respect, never disappear, never blame.
Always love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To my friend I exclaimed:
"Why are there so many choices?"
Do not worry, dear companion,
A choice is a path,
all to which have the same destination.
But, choose wisely.
If you make your heart agree with you head, all shall be right.
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