This is the story about a man’s journey
Through an experience that brought him misery
He was a visionary, trusting ever since birth
Close to his family owed them everything his worth
It was another simple day walking to his work
Where he serves the community as a store clerk
Everyone he meets just seem to simply perk
Back to that day where he was on his way
To start his livelihood by exchanging for a pay
But before he reached the block that had his door
A masked man took four shots knocking him on the floor
Stabbed in the back, forced to see the cracks
Left to face the undeniable ugly facts
He wondered lying in a hospital bed struggling for his life
How could someone seek to achieve such strife?
Answering his own question why everybody keeps dying
Lost hope attempting to come up of the use of trying
Regretted being caught up in the mix
Led him to realize that the streets are full of dirty tricks
Not knowing what sparked the jealousy inside
Just the thought of it made him wish he had died
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Author:
Sidrak (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2021 04:54
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is to represent that bad things can happen to us anytime in our lives. And there are things we can't control.
- Category: Short story
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Comments4
the disparity of cruelty in our world
and its astoundingly ambivalent attitude
to a life's worth, is ever a subject
worthy of poetic verse
but still, while we despair and roar
our anguish, remember
we be finite creatures, never promised
a second's, worth of existence
it be our own foolish pride, that forgets - that
assuming our warm homes
and seemingly just actions, makes us worthy
of living an unblemished life;
ignoring
the wailing of those arounds us
until, ill-fate decrees
our cries be added to that cacophonous harmony
of life...
(a wonderful narrative poem, thanks for sharing)
Thank you very much. And that is the most well put comment I've read in my life!
Thank you for sharing this story. xx
Pleasure
From one victim to another I feel u brother times can get hard just block out the scary thoughts and keep pushing for this urge to release some stress in the form of this sublime art it'll take u to places you would want to go and just keep this up, 'shoot for the stars...'
From one victim to another I feel u brother times can get hard just block out the scary thoughts and keep pushing for this urge to release some stress in the form of this sublime art it'll take u to places you would want to go and just keep this up, 'shoot for the stars...'
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