What is Destiny?
Some say it's fate,
Something that happens on a certain date.
It's a power that determines the course of events.
So does that mean your destiny and mine is the same?
Is this some sort of game?
It was a Sunday afternoon when he died.
Was this his Destiny?
He worked late night and left early morning.
It was a quiet relationship, it could have lasted forever,
But they both had secrets.
If this had to end then why start it in the first place.
Why start if it leads to more endings.
Why bother to pick up the pace,
When each of them could choose a different pathway.
Is this what Destiny is?
Is it to build up and break down
Just like living things grow and die.
That Sunday afternoon he didn't say goodbye,
He didn't cry.
He said it's Destiny, I'm sorry.
He left. With her. Left me in the snow.
It was hard to let go.
That's when he was dead to me.
That's when a voice told me It's time to let go too.
I took one last breath and stepped on ice.
I turned to ice. The last ray of sunlight shone on me.
This was my Destiny.
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Destiny
PoetryA selection of poems. It is about the problems we face as a part of society today. It is how we are under constant fear of losing, not getting what we want. We can barely trust anyone in this world including ourselves. Ask yourself, Are you really h...
