Desmond Smith Poet I do not know?

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 December 9, 2009 at 3:08 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 December 8, 2009 at 4:11 PM Great poem, love Simone

Carolyn Devonshire December 8, 2009 at 4:04 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 December 8, 2009 at 1:44 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.