His Fate
I think about it all
As I gaze into space
The misunderstood reasoning
Of everyone I know
Which is why I'm in this place.
Such as the sun is yellow
And the sky is blue,
Such as the grass is green
Is why I've gone
What I've gone through.
A cause of injustice
A fight I did not win
An accusing finger they all did point
And at me, not Him.
A clever use of words
Tangling my tongue into knots
He chewed me up
And spat me out
Making me go “Wot?”
Who did they believe?
Yes, Him, not me...
Why did they get it wrong?
To that I really can't conceive...
I was dragged away
Without having had my say
I just wish there had been another way.
He got it right
I got it wrong
Which is why I'm here
And is why He's gone.
I've got years to spend
To plot my revenge
To hurt the person, the He
That all my hope he did destroy
Which is why He's free.
Such a time is now
I've got such a long time to wait
But at least one thing is certain
The one thing I'm going to be sure of,
The subject that is His fate...
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Time is of no importance,
Time is of no importance, and all that is due wil come to those who have earned it, whether it be good or bad, it all comes back around.
For all it's worth...
It's hard to explain
why I wrote this, it's for my brother who's around, but isn't around if you see what I mean (you probably don't-I've just gone over that and it's left me confused, so when you read this you'll be extremely bewildered!) and I've tried to write it from his point of view, when he was feeling bitter...anyway, thank you always for your thoughts, they're worth more and more to me each time you leave them... Jewel ♥
I know
Not confused...
Thats how I found a love for poetry...
When I was there, but always gone in my head....for hours, even.
I know what u mean.
For all it's worth...
That's good to know
Whenever I write, I always feel less odd and dazed inside, it's as if there's two of me, the sensible, stable half, and then the weird, jumbled-up half...I'm nearly always the latter, but when I don't know what to do I write and it's like the other me speaks out to myself through my poetry and suddenly everything doesn't seem too bad... in most cases, anyway. Jewel ♥