THE STORY
226 Words
Stanza 1
Sometimes it sounds like a story
Told to a person who is weary
About the tales of a fairy
Far from it
It's a story
Crystal clear in my memory
Was meant to call it a family
You may call it the equation of a geometry
But to me,
It's like the scene of a tragedy
Grass to graze
Was said to be a good pasture
Graze to grass
Was the only thing I could picture
Do not see it as a fiction
For life gave her bitter herbs to me
As a mixture
A prescription I still picture in the future
Flying on life's coach
Was like sailing with ghosts
Sailed by my folks
Humility was said to be key
That with it
You could get a good luck kiss
And live life
Like it was a feast
Hope they said
Was a puzzle
And prayer, the answer
Like Daniel, I prayed
Like Jack, I played
Like the woman with flow, I hoped
But life, what did she do to me
She slayed me with her double edge sword
The blood, so thick
Like that of an aborted baby
The wounds so deep
I could feel it's prick in my heart
If only I could get a dialogue
So, I'll present to life my catalogue
Then, I will let go of the monologue
- Writer
