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Rohan Antony Poem
This is my first ever attempt at a poem. Hope you like it. Have no idea what to call it. :D
Clarity
Last breath the man would take.
His time had come, his killer the lake.
Light had shed upon him,
Vision blur, yet all was clear.
Death shone him his face so slim
None who considered him dear
Late was he for redemption,
Life that described imperfection.
Death had been blunt
Nothing had he to live for
His last words, a grunt
Begging to die, his insides sour.
An endless fall deep and dark in depth
The man felt helpless, staring at death.
A never ending abyss of nothingness
Still, more preferable than his terrible life of loneliness
Atlas! It was time to meet his holiness
Though in deep water, he still felt his shallowness.
Never had one felt such pain,
Insides with more water than blood,
There was nothing beautiful with the way he was slain,
He wondered if he had ever been loved.
No one would moan for the poor nobody
There would be no claim for his young, able body.
Shame, he had no fight left,
Paralysed and literally out of breath.
He had been caught in humanities net.
Pity, he learned the meaning of life only upon death.
Death so elite, eternal
Life how short and mortal
Only upon death can life be considered full
For death is what makes life beautiful.
He saw, but never once did he admire,
He tasted, but never once did he savour,
He slept, but never once did he dream,
He died, but never once did he live
The mans final emotion, a frown,
Oh! What a terrible way to die, to drown.
Copyright © Rohan Antony | Year Posted 2014
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Rohan Antony Poem
Climb
On reaching atop the mountain of life,
I turned around, glanced to see how far I'd climbed,
A broken, unruled path was mine,
Rocks and thorns and tremors defined.
The decisions I made,
The regrets I had,
Distant down the path I laid,
From where I stood, they didn't look bad.
The view from up here beautiful.
I made the climb to see this sight,
This was heaven for me,
And others who followed me up will see,
How beautiful life truly is,
The climb worth the tale,
To inspire others to spread their sails,
And choose the climb over the regretful walk,
Enjoy the view from the mountain top.
Copyright © Rohan Antony | Year Posted 2014
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Rohan Antony Poem
Sometimes you have
to lose yourself in
order to find
yourself.
Lost Paths
I know this place,
yet i feel so lost,
I know these people,
but they're
strangers.
There's plenty of
life, but its
drought,
Everything's fine,
but feel danger.
The air smells so
sweet, but tastes so
bitter;
Its clean here, but
full of litter.
I see fine, i feel
blind
I'm looking for
something, but what
do i find?
How long have i been
here?
Lost in this deep
puddle of fear
fear that follows,
stays close near
i must get away from
its gaze so leer
This abyss of
darkness has opened
my eyes
I must leave here
before i get
consumed by these
lies.
Finally i am able to
introspect
contemplate what it
is i seek
this world is too
perfect, it's
imperfect
Tis its perfection
that makes it bleak.
I have been engulfed
by the flames of
inferno
Entrapped, in the
fallen angel's bosom
I must isolate
myself from this
infinite chasm
Rather i be a loner
than a mourner.
I know this place,
yet i feel so lost
I must take whats
mine and leave fast.
I run, run to lose
myself, run with my
only possession, my
heart,
i run to find my
self, find a new
place, a new start.
Copyright © Rohan Antony | Year Posted 2014
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Rohan Antony Poem
Never lose hope. Keep dreaming and long for tomorrow. :)
Tomorrow
Tomorrow, you are the one we long for
Tomorrow, you are beautiful, your soul the sun
Tomorrow, bring us love, joy, hope and fun
Tomorrow, give us new lands to soar
Tomorrow, take our troubles and sorrows away
Tomorrow, make us forget yesterday.
Copyright © Rohan Antony | Year Posted 2014
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