My own to be or not to be... poem

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My own to be or not to be... poem

Postby jaceyka » Thu Jul 21, 2011 3:31 am

(feedback please, thanks guys)

To be or not to be - that is the question...
Or is it just a simple given fact,
Looking at the gifts that life has given me?
Would a fool even need to ponder this proposal?
Yet even though life is said to be bittersweet,
A little bit of pain intertwined with the bliss...
Isn't it the truth, that the joys I've experienced have only dwindled into torment?
What... in this life,
Makes it, worth living for?
Fortune, friendship, family, true love?
No! Money is strictly a pure evil in the world...
A demon that hides and camouflages with culture...
For greed lies in the ones who are wicked.
Companionship? No, I hold none of this.
For the only one I can honestly trust is myself...
And even then, sometimes this I cannot do.
The humans in this world are just puppets on a string
Better yet...
All vultures circling my mind and soul,
Awaiting to uncover the spots most vulnerable.
And once the puzzle pieces are solved, yes, they shall come
To feast and lash out on me to my core!
Or even then... till there is nothing left of me.
And family, ehhh...
The ones who place religion in front of their own flesh and blood!
To them, I'm simply a disgrace...
A waste of space, a waste of breath, a waste of time...
Which leads me back to square one.
So... as I come back to this question that keeps brooding in my mind:
To live in this wretched world, or to die into a plane of forever sleep?
To no longer suffer, or endure these burdens that are concreted to my soul...
I am uncertain of which path I should take.
Although...
Is the sweet and delicate kiss of death,
All that I hope and dream of it to be?
Granted... one cannot ask those whom have passed over to the other side.
If I asked a spirit, would they answer my question honestly?
Or to them, would this declaration of my destiny be as if a game to be played with my psyche?
Another possibility, will I be strictly damned to hell?
Given the fact that I'm being selfish with my string of life's length,
Shall the Grim Reaper take offense, making the afterlife pure agony for eternity?
... Is it worth it?
Even though my existence on this earth I despise...
And I ache and yearn to be in peace forevermore...
For now, I suppose I shall let this quarrel go
This war with myself, life versus death...
Until I come to a better conclusion
With my selfish decision of fate

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Postby Chrissy29 » Wed Aug 03, 2011 8:01 pm

Very good poem!


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