FREE CHOICE
There is no hope of winning
but there is a deep anger in my soul
that pushes me on across fields
of pain and desperation.
I deplore the anguish that death brings
as I note each new failure by design;
each step in life has been determined
by some Superior Kind
and free choice is nothing more than selecting
different roads that all lead to the same place.
Comments
lovely poetry
words emanate
full of grace
Loved it
True we are only given the option of choosing the path to reach that predetermined place. But is the goal what is important? ;) Hope is ever present in our every breath, in valleys and at every peak. A good view is a bonus too.
being pissed gives me an edge!
cause I got crushed emotionally as a kid
I ride high due to my mental issues
and people be like grabbing U down
like crabs in the bucket..
probably saves society in some
regards
but still
whats wrong with soaring
all roads lead to the inner
travel from the outer..
after being dead almost
a few times from choice
once from just
poor living habits
I dont know whats beyond
peace hopefully
a rest!
but I keep going at the
moment
my goal was too outlive the
bastards
and thus far Im still on
the hill
still gaurding the bunker
waiting for the big dust
off in the sky
a great view
a bit lonely
a tad barren
but I like that
when I get
tired I come down
off my pedestal
soap box
and mill about
excellent poem
that speaks your
poetic mind
Geremia
thank U!
good one
joe
Alid