One thing life has taught me
Is that we were made for hell since the start,
That when They created us,
They inflicted us a destiny of darkness.
When I was just a child
I used to write stories in my room,
And when they would call me out to play,
I locked myself a cage of solitude.
When I was innocently naive,
I used to ask my mother over and over,
"Why do we fall when we jump?"
And she would stroke me in silence.
The next day, in a golden daylight,
I would ask her again and again,
"Why do we fall when we desire to soar?"
And she would say it was reality.
When I am a broken person,
I ask myself a question unanswered
"If we are nothing but slaves to reality,
How will we succumb to being trapped in dreams?"
When we are falling,
Who will catch us but ourselves?
When we are flying,
Who will teach us that it's impossible?
It has been so dreadfully decided,
That those selfish creatures will be pulled to hell
Whenever they try to reach for a higher place
Than the infertile ground on which they die.
It has been so brutally decided,
That those doltish beings will be laughed at
Whenever they try to inhale for a breath bigger
Than the ones that suffocate them already.
It has been so cruelly decided,
That those hopeful fools will be bearers
Of all the unwanted, abandonned feelings
That the Life loves to watch being suffered.
There is a cord,
That pulls us down when we jump.
There is a reality,
That mocks us inside when we reach for a heaven we can't have.
When I was just a student,
The teacher said slavery was being owned.
And I thought that if we are anything
We are slaves to reality.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
