And Now For a Poem
And now for a poem, about my dreams and my home
the decent people I let down amongst the 100 million clones
Life is lonely, love seems phony
when I was 12 I thought my first love would be my one and only
God used to be my everything and more
now he generalizes people, and causes reason for hate and war
Life is a divine circle... of all that is good, and all that is hurtful
Some focus on the good.... others really should
Some are born negative.... they either learn to love, or die in hatred
Others are born good inherently, but eventually they become
torn to shreds in this world of scary things
Some born good remain fighters
at times they appear the most negative because they have endured the pain of
fire
I believe a scarred warrior will arise from his ashes
the pain that nearly killed becomes what cures him of his sadness
and if the legend of the warrior proves to never be
I will fight the pain of existing until that warrior becomes me
Copyright © Jake Shields | Year Posted 2014
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