This is the first poem I wrote that left me with my hand cramped. Sometimes the mind moves faster then the pen. I decided to try rhyming whatever was coming in to my head as quickly as possible. This is what came out. It's not very refined but it was fun to write.
 |
| http://theawkwardyeti.com/tag/rhyme/ |
When you strain to explain this
pain you realize again that life isn't a game.
Your enemies have awoken, unspoken rules have been broken and you lost control of the moment.
Your rise, your demise, your lows and your highs controlled by the very things you
despise,
the unwise are surprised by the worlds lies.
But not even those who are
smart see the truth from the start,
for they close their eyes and harden their
hearts.
And all you can be is yourself, there is no power to gain or worldly
wealth.
Don’t give in to quick fix thrills, whether powder or pills, your ills
remain ills whether you’re high or you’re still, nothing here will fulfill, just
try to comprehend what is real.
You live and you die but not on our timetable, it's an unstable fable and we all are unable,
to wrap our finger around this big
picture puzzle.
They say don’t even try cause you’ll end up with your brain
fried or with your mouth open wide as your theories collide and your logic
slides to the illogical side your mind can’t hide, just like your body, its
along for the ride.
So what is there left to do with this pain we can’t push
through.
Do we turn toward the things we yearn, or do we listen to what we have
learned, that things we earn will in the end burn, so we better discern what type
of life we will lead,
cause when we no longer bleed, we will still have a need,but no longer to succeed, as God judges my deeds and misdeeds, what will I plead?
