Not sure if this really is a poem but what the hell...
At times in our life we must realize our deciet
Of ourselves, when no other being lies present.
Dwell we must, in the chaos of knowledge
That misleads as it were, the beings that covet it.
But to each is gifted a beginning of ignorance,
Of innocence, and purity that can only ravage itself.
With time each we'll be faced with the harsh reality
Of our nature, that is ever present, and with little help
For we forever live in dilusion and can never grasp
The fact that that is so...
It is really me just rambling with a theme.
In life there are few
That have missed the pain
That forever must exist
For the other to remain
But when consumed by one
Of the darker light
There seems no escape
No way to right
The wrongs existing
The burden held
Like a mother to her babe
They seem to meld
To one's person...
Yet in search for freedom
One can never find
It escapes the grasp
It escapes the mind
And in desperation
We seek the blade
The release of one
The one we made
But after a time
This works no more
The burden to great
To great a chore
For one like me...
So the next step is taken
The blade drives deeper
In hopes of solace
But we draw the reaper
In flowing robes
He heeds the call
To be with one
Who will soon fall
Into the gift
The gift he brought
The release I craved
The release I got
For all eternity...
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