I Am Tragic
Tales of a tragic hero
Why did he choose..me?
A sinful man I am..how is it that I am?
Is this hell?
Im I his nightmare!??
What am I?
People expect me to come with the clouds so literally?
God help me I'm still trying to figure out what it means!!
I wake up one day..just turned 18..told I'm the son of God I many ways
I'm tired of keeping it to myself so all the time so judge me
Is this it?
Why me?
Why not someone else.. someone who's good with people
And not so disturbed
I'm not the smartest man that ever lived..
Hell..I passed with abc' and one D
My whole life I felt forsaken by my mother and biological father
Not knowing what that close love even means
Now they step into my life..try to tell me who to be
What the hell do you want of me!!!!!!
Im not Superman
But I could really use some wings
So I can fly away from this hellish dream
It's all fun and gamrs until the pieces Aline
I'm just a tragic hero stuck in babylon
Am I blackened??
Or is my light just unseen
When the Antichrist comes
Will I be who you want me to be
Sadness and pain and sorrow sear inside me
Who am I???????
Let me out of this dream!!!
I'm just a tragic hero..
If I'm supposed to be the one who died so long ago
Why do I struggle still with what's inside me???
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2016
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