There was a day when you were born
Knowing nothing but your mom.
And as a teen and gaining years
Your life is far from gone.
There are the days of fun
Of happiness and of glee,
But darkness swallows up our lives
As soon as we hit teen.
The clouds roll in, our minds are foggy.
Hatred attacks our lives.
And as soon as we see the light again,
There comes a wave of knives.
They pierce the cursed, blackened, fog.
Targeting your softest spot.
And as you raise your shield again
Your anger is a grueling hot.
You unsheathe your sword. You must fight back
Against these intruders of life.
Their words are sharp, dagger-like.
Their strength makes your life a strife.
In the end, you've cuts and bruises.
Nothing you haven't had before.
You let your anger cool inside you
But wait because there's more.
With odds against you, you seem alone.
Fighting for some peace.
But alas, there comes another one
Wandering aimlessly with sore feet.
With a spark of hope and determination
You gain your only ally.
Together you fight for freedom's delight
Hoping to make it by.
After treacherous years of dense, dark fog,
Years of evil days,
You become a man, no longer a teen
To feel the sun's warm rays.
Your ally, your friend, now in mind
Becomes your beloved one.
You grasp her hand and take her along
On an adventurous life of fun.
You settle down and have a family
Two daughters and one son.
You relax in peace for its complete
Your life is finally done.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Life
PoetryThese are the times of life, of love, and to live. Some things have never been captured; your life. But these are the words to capture life through my eyes.
