life...
so ordinary
simply similar,
everyone has it
life...
it is borrowed
returned when due
expires
along the way
became warriors of life,
players of fate
encountering good and bad
felt the torment so increased
and life cannot remain
the test of time
to belong...outcasted
to feel joy...frustrated
why has the world
grown angry?
why has His word
grown so cold?
cease now...
nobody objects
but Him
who cares...
how we lead
and mislead it,
but Him
quench this bile
in this final reckoning
live not by flesh but bread
is to be reborn.
welcome the pain
it can be a gain
when the soul has life,
life is good...
driving its road is not all smooth,
therefore, we walk instead
slowly but surely... on
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CYNTHIA ALUNING
a.k.a. chitcyn
January 14, 2007
Life we have are simply similar, it is borrowed
returned when due, its up to us how we lead it,
and traversing its road is not all smooth, we
became warriors of life, we encounter good and
bad, so with friends and people we meet. It's how
we stand the test of time, the sweet taste and its
bitter bites...its when you feel outcasted when you
are depressed, its when friends go one after another
during times you needed them most, its sometimes
you need these trials and persecutions to make you
stronger and a better person. It's life and we always
are players of our fate.
In my forum, THE POET REPUBLIC, this is how I comment
on poems...gone carried away, and later finding myself
scribbling words making it to a poem as what you've just
read. A lot of poems there do inspire me, absorbed deeply
long after the read. Thus, the birth of poems within
a poem...within one's introspection.