My birth has created, damaging deficiencies,
a recycled collection, of base epiphanies,
found in the dark wood, I have proudly grown,
to be lost, is to be found, in a twilight zone,
inadequacies continue, reasons to murder pile,
it’s not just me; with horror stories, authors are for miles,
I find a shiny different star, saying that I’m right,
your numbers are so wrong, to carry on the fight,
as primal kills, and modern hates, sharpens my blade,
I become assassin hypocritic, adding to the shade,
as you make it look so easy, to be compatible,
thus, a dream massacre within me, whirs regrettable,
my wrath prolongs it’s grasp, around your busy neck,
with such baseness; I start to cry, as you hit the deck,
as acid burns my eyes, I shall not escape,
if you’ve signed my death warrant, then that will be my fate,
but if you grant me clemency, I will have to learn,
that a man cannot be god, I’ll keep my soul to burn,
to stoke the warmth of gratitude, and some self-forgiving,
and not to carry; all the wars, mankind is reliving,
so, in all things, such a concept should re-bloom,
in such a horrid crisis, I realise, that I’m you,
trying, prying, building a mortal day,
sending these four letters, I, O, U, and, A!
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AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2023 12:54
- Comment from author about the poem: In such busy schedules, and with such an overbearing sense of pride, we sometimes can forget, that our selfish actions, can directly or indirectly cause things, I would like to call "micro-envies", an unfortunate bedrock of the design of human nature. There will be people "better" than you or I, but also, there are people that are worse off too. This means, that although your or my apologies are mostly silent, such "micro-envies" when piled up, and via a trigger of some sort, we simply have to IOUA (I Owe You Apologies), be it, an actual said thing, an activity to rectify a certain situation, or as I've said, silently, most likely by the way of an understanding look, (which at times, has been labelled a gross hypocrisy, that doesn't mean anything at all!) I know in our core operation as a species, we have made an awful lot of grief on Earth, and in our nature, erring, we can't possibly say sorry for everything, but in a world full of people being too busy, and boasting high capacities of pride, it seems that sometimes, or most times, we have forgotten, what a true apology sounds or looks like. I hope that you enjoy this poem, that is an acting base of my apology, I hope that you, whenever the time calls for it, issue your apologies, and of course, as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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so beautiful
Thanks for the read l1a_09, and for you very short, but very sweet comment.
I hope that all is well.
Unfortunately respect seems to have flown from our life and apologising for wrongdoing doesn't happen Ben.
All each of us individuals can do is the best we can, I have been taught to be respectful and hope that through my long life I have always been that way and if I make a mistake I will always apologise. This way of life is not taught anymore which is a primal cause of the troubles in our world.
Good words Ben.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and though your comments bear a frustrating reality, that has been penned by the "evolution" of man, I wholeheartedly agree with them. I also give you kudos to your conduct in such a devasting dark forest, that we call life, such an example should be a guiding beacon, but alas, in a world of pushing and shoving in order to make a quick buck, as you've addressed in your comments above, ignorance will be the order of the day.
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
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