There is always a space, between here and there
A period between now and then,
A feeling between love and hate
A spirit between life and death
It is the void we endeavor to fill in our lifetime.
Trials and tribulations test our might
Failure proves our inequities
The strength to keep standing vilifies us
Yet only our heart conjures our soul
When hard times tempt us to prove our mettle.
Prayers are only a poetic wish of a hopeless soul
Tears a blessing for pain and sufferance, because
Beyond the horizon, on the wings
Of the afterlife, it’s only a ghost town
For which we have no use for repentance.
The world we have is embedded in our sight
It ends the moment we close our eyes
Never waits for us to say our byes
That’s the way of the world, hazy and fuzzy
It is a life of wander and wonder
A man made theater of sorts.
I have spend my life trying so hard
Attempting to solve this puzzle, a jig saw
Always I have this out of size piece
Makes me doubt my own intelligence
So I rest my soul in my palms
Afraid to shutter it to a world without care.
The Piece Of Me
Seke Bharu
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/02/2019
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Poem topics: death, hate, heart, never, pain, space, strength, moment, town, failure, spirit, doubt, intelligence, horizon, ghost, puzzle, prove, period, void, afraid, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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