Poem 66

Born into a life of infinite fights, Welcoming the days of peace, Forever turning all the wrongs into rights, Struggling to break this leash. Curse my destiny, My everlasting grief, Searching for a grand epiphany, A Being to be my Chief. Alas, the omniscient eyes of the reflector, Show me where the answers will be, As taunting as a Jester, I realize they all lie within me.

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 12/9/2009 3:08:00 PM

The Christmas season seems to bring out such brilliant poetry from all the poets here at PoetrySoup making you all ~~~Poet Extraordinaires~~~. I thank you for sharing your poetry with us all through the year Desmond. Love, Carol

Simone Segal

Date: 12/8/2009 4:11:00 PM

Great poem, love Simone

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 12/8/2009 4:04:00 PM

Very clever and also true, Desmond. We look everywhere for answers when often they can most easily be found inside ourselves. Great work! Love, Carolyn

L'Nass Shango

Date: 12/8/2009 1:44:00 PM

Only if destiny is the power behind the chair of our history I curse it with you ... for your words call soldiers to fight against impotency that chokes in the night. Good write.