My Destination
There are people destined to be rich
How you forget the peasants?
Others is destination of happiness
Don’t forget those who live in sorrows
Destination is never fate
But you can’t chose yours
Some men are destined to find pots of love
Others lack the teaspoon of the same
People are destined to be kings and rule
Others follow rules until the rules kill them
This is my destination
To always fail
To always cry
To always make wrong decisions
People to always hurt me
No matter the enormous fight I put on
The end is always the same
To have beauty; a price I must pay
Dearly with my heart
This is my life
The one I am proud of
The skeleton of sorrows
My heart is so valuable
Yet the most vulnerable
Jabbed with swords it have been
Pain it feels no more
Men never rip no tears; blood they do
Once a man said
But how can I keep my eyes dry?
How can I keep my voice steady?
How? This is my destination
No matter how doomed
You did nothing wrong
You added you contribution to my pangs
Know am just used to this
How I wish to understand
This laid down path to follow
It is all drawn like a graph
The marks I have to join
That’s my destination
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
