Sometimes I wonder
How the life of others
Can somehow be simpler
Despite the crueler ways
Of the mean, petty world.
Perhaps they were born lucky,
Into a different society,
Full with the riches,
Of a term called happiness.
And I hate to admit this,
(But please bear with my feelings)
For I know that to envy
The life of a society
Where peace and quiet
Comes so easily
Can indeed be a shortcoming
(My shortcoming)
And my grieve.
For sometimes I ponder
Over the idea
Of living in an area
Where the flashes and the sounds of the sirens
Can be of silence;
Where the knifes and the guns
And the shots and the getaway runs
Are close to non-existent.
How I wish I could live
In a world of simplicity
And in my own world of naivety,
For the eyes in the mirror
Hold back a river
Of the solemn
And sadness
And guilt;
Guilt in being
(To a certain degree)
So horrible and ungrateful.
Or simply,
Just the opposite of thankful.
Oh how I long for a life
Where a locked door
Would almost most definitely
Protect this family of mine
From the ugliness in the world outside;
From the sorrows and the life of crime.
Oh how I wish,
Oh how I wish,
For a life fully lived,
Without the pains and the aches and the losses.
But I know that the whisper within me
And the secrets buried deeply
Are what tells a story
Of a life fully lived;
Even with,
As well as despite,
All of the hardships.
For that what makes a life fully lived.
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sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
