They said to us,one shall laugh as much as he shall weep,
We laughed, brushed them aside for it's too abstruse to be true
But we're stuck in a mirageously treacherous world,too deep
too deep, to get out and do what we must do.
No , its too late, to listen to the enlightened wise
No, the time has long since passed us now,
Choking on our own ambrosiac poison shall suffice,
till death may eternally do us part, my love.
We whisper our goodbyes, bitter with hate,
sour with shallow envy, but with saccharine despair
Our hearts are screaming, trying to elude fate,
And then , oh how we wept, and they said it was only fair.
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This one is close to my heart.
What do you think? Does society have a say in our lives?
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Poésie#14 on 8 March 2017 Poetry, Prose. Words bled from the very soul. Musings of an occasional poetess. 'Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. It is an abstract art, and I am, but a mere artist ' - Edgar Allan Poe ©wordalmaniac 2016
