A million SILVER arrows fly overhead-
making me laugh in a state
of complete arrogance.
"I do not believe in fate", I scream out loud
at the top of my lungs.
My mind will not be high jacked by those
who foolishly believes that destiny is real.
A million GOLDEN arrows pierce my skin-
thus is the fate of those who
refuse to believe in destiny.
Though they do not seem to penetrate, they
wound me just enough to
fill my mind with fear.
"I believe in fate now. Destiny is real", I
scream out loud at the top of my lungs.
Then, the million arrows disappear.. and I
am healed from all of the wounds.
I am whole again.
YOU ARE READING
Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry
Poesiaa collection of poetry.. written by me.
