MUST I LIVE?
Who would care if today I die?
I spread my arms wide within their ugliest lies
Who would notice my presence dissolved?
Would someone, in God’s name, weep at all?
My dear friends wouldn’t notice my face,
In that crowd, they are too busy.
My neighborhood wouldn’t know me gone,
For in their life, they only must reside.
I,maybe from heaven’s gate,
Would see them all as such.
Though I knew who I was,
I never expected this such worse.
Must I be utterly cunning
And if I had known their ways,
I, too after dying like those,
Would have been honoured, though a bit.
For everything I dreamt,
Was a vision stretched far.
Each day I learned a little, to survive
And now, was it really that hard?
Who would bother to care,
To give a cover to my remains?
Yet in days they shall come for me,
When rotten cover disgusts.
I never lived a happy life,
They always said I would.
In the name of hypocrites,
Must I be so poor?
Alas but now I am gone
Away from this world of aches.
Their lies, cold heart and bitter fame,
Must I feel so sad at all.
All my life I lived so poor,
And struggled, harassed by aristocrats.
Today I sense my peace,
Today, i emancipate misery.
Who would care to give away few tears,
On my deathbed would you so come?
I must confess how I’d like it though,
Though I know you wouldn’t at all.
Being poor, love was beyond my taste,
So glad I am today; I am erased.
Must I see this world I dreamt,
Away from this society, yes I am.
It’s but funny how things can be,
Today too, you don’t hear me though.
Must you hear me today, sick world.
So shall you’d my tears of joy of death.
YOU ARE READING
what about you?
PoetryIf you have a heart at all, and if you see the pain of the sufferer, you shall find this work thought provoking, but if you are a cold hearted homo sapien, I assure you these would just be some words arranged in a fashion so as they appear intricate...
