Every poem tells a story, every story tells a tale; A tale of a life, a life of living hell.
Why am I to have a reason to live, If it’s my life that I must give.
I only have one so let me live it, If I must find my gift, the Lord giveth.
It is my road that’s dangerous and dark, As I travel I will follow my heart.
No one by my side, still I walk alone; for I know its path is headed home.
How could I forget from where I came, As if my present is distant from pain.
Can I not remember how I got here, to close my eyes and shed no tears.
I have listened yet choose not to follow, in others footsteps down a trail of sorrow.
I am destined for greatness this I know, my destination in sight but does not show.
Living to die in front of the world for all to see, past deceased to set my future free
But If I am to die for what I believe, I will take my directions and follow my lead
PHIRE
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mlowe5 says: Phire, thanks for the read. I hear you. Just remember, to die for what you believe, is to live forever. Continue to believe in yourself, and all negativeness will die, bu you shall live a productive life, and that destiny of greatness will manifest its self in the good you will do for self and fellow beings. Peace, Love and Liberation. |
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2b2b2 says: AWESOME....Bravo.....yessir! |
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The Immortal Wize says: Stay unique! much respect |
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