Albino Mouse
It’s true that we’re all born to die…
‘tis one fate from which we can’t fly.
Like transient wind, we pass through life…
We journey on through joy and strife.
If that is what’s destined before,
Why do I have to suffer more?
I know ‘tis not mine to complain,
But do I have to live in vain?
Why is it that I walk alone?
Do they not have sins to atone?
Why is it that I cannot fight?
I also know what's wrong from right.
Why can't I choose my rightful road?
Can't I walk with a lighter load?
While others die an easy death,
In pain I heave my final breath!
While others never saw discord...
My soul was pierced by hatred's sword.
What they can't do, they pass to me;
My life is but a mockery.
My crimson eyes are now made blind;
My faith and hopes are now resigned.
My burning wishes wilt and fade...
My heart -- my soul is now unmade!
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Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry
PoezieThis is partly a journal and partly a literary endeavor. Herein, between the covers lie all of my dreams and art: my tales of friends and lovers. If you please, oh! Read my heart!
