I walked away from what seemed,
To me, to be a horrid dream.
While everythin in view,
You'd never guess was askew.
Riches practically fell from the sky,
Dreams and hopes held firmly high.
But underlying the Eutopia,
Lies mankinds eternal phoebia.
The reason most would flee,
This gift given unto humanity.
With a forsaken right,
Only one guarntee in life.
Why do we live,
If its only going to end?
The will of Fate will not bend,
Yet our lives, still we defend.
All for some righteous cause,
Eventually in time, soon to be lost.
Then I undertook the deed,
An action driven by selfishness and greed,
All because my only emotion was pity for me.
No reason to deal with the strife of life,
Acting blindly, I ended it with a knife.
For once in my despair, I felt free,
I could see the world wrought with envy.
My happiness dripped and stained me red,
The blissfulness of finally being dead.
Now the irony, only Fate could command,
Sure as sin, it denied my demand.
The smile on my face began to rot,
As the realisation of my life was naught.
Full of despair, I longed to see,
The happiness only given by me.
Desperate to rid my animated grief,
Refusal to accept alternative relief.
It happened as people tend to say,
Flashing and renewed, a beautiful display.
I knew, surely, my life would be forgot.
Even to those everything I had taught.
I finally let go of life peacefully,
Realising the secret to being truly happy.
Yes its true, life will end,
As it happens, Fate refuses to bend.
But a life that is given, is a life of worth,
Take advantage before returning to the Earth. |
Submission Name: One Guarantee
