Preordained
I trudge along the narrow winding streets
Looking back now and then as my heart faster beats
Hoping against hope that I have left behind
The searing pain of my faults, relentless and unkind
I see myself always there staring back at me
Coercing me, punishing me, for the world to see
A constant reminder to all, of the fate I have carved
What should have been, could have been, like a life cut in half
I turn away as if avoiding a dream so cruel
Telling the other me that I am the winner of the duel
But as I hurl these words with all my might
I see my other self standing and smiling so bright
Cause I know as he knows the real winner so true
Its not me nor him nor our life so blue
I lament the fool in me taking long to realize
You can't beat your destiny which is your life in disguise
Copyright © Kashif Moosa | Year Posted 2010
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