Repay me now with what i have not,
The things that I said I lost,
Though there is talk of second chances,
They are but mere pretensions,
All words,
No soul,
No life.
I might want the world to sing,
A tune fit for my embracing,
But it is something one should cease to ask,
There might be others who needs the melody more than me,
I for one know this world is vast.
My rage is projected crimson,
But yet your cheeks are colored rouge,
My anger feels like a pent up volcano awaiting explosion,
And you just give me a slip listing out medications.
So let me smile in this narrative irony,
Of warriors riding “my little ponies,”
In my hysterical applause,
For I have become another lost cause.
“My anger feels like a pent up volcano awaiting explosion,” we’ve all felt that way in different points in our lives. I really enjoyed reading this. I feel that it sends a powerful message.
Thanks, i’m glad that you could relate with that…sometimes, we are all on the verge of exploding. 🙂
I might want the world to sing,
A tune fit for my embracing,
But it is something one should cease to ask,
There might be others who needs the melody more than me,
I for one know this world is vast.
I love this
:)…I was stuck after writing the first two lines yesterday. So I let it sleep on me till I tried to have a go at it today. I guess it was worth the wait then getting those emotions on “print” as how I conveyed it. Thanks sarah!