The Story

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