Dirge of a Soul
Looking at the gloomy sky,
I stopped just to make a sigh;
As though sadness is just nearby
Waiting for the truth to lie.
Down the road I go...
There an old church I saw.
It's inviting me to make do,
of prayers that lingers, they grow.
I suddenly heard a silent voice,
Forcing me to listen without poise.
Drawing me like a kid to his toys,
I looked around as if there's a choice.
Then suddenly there's a cry
As if coming from a fry
Trapped in a pond so dry
Left with nothing just to die.
A cold whisper passes,
"Help..." as the voice flashes.
"What I do not possess...
Is to be with the masses..."
I looked then trembled...
Gathering my thoughts as I stumbled.
I raised my head and be bold,
Then it echoed.... A voice that's cold.
"I am of the unborn.
Out of anger, I do mourn.
The love they've sworn...
Along with it, all is torn."
"What have I done...
To deserve a life that's gone?
Never had the chance to see the sun...
Nor see the beauty of this land."
"Out of their lust and love,
I was conceived in dove...
Just for that peace to be robbed;
'Cause of their selfishness... I sob."
"I want to live...
I want to live!
Yet all I can do is grieve...
For not having life- the best gift."
The air seemed to freeze,
Following a sudden breeze.
The hatred couldn't be seized,
for it is into his pleas.
I opened my tiring eyes,
It's a dream! Within a reality in disguise.
Hatred... Disappointment... Anger fill the skies
Echoing like a tragedy of lullabies.
©czarmadz
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