Passion in Question
I had a crap day and writing poetry actually helped the healing process. The only part that I thought about was the rhyming though, so good luck getting something out of it.
When the apple of the eye
goes off to die,
when all you thought,
is brought to naught,
it is the feeling of pride
that actually commits suicide.
But what was I to do
now that the Truth
has exposed itself
how can I trust myself
as the betrayal now runs through my youth
without anyone to turn to?
So new to passion
that when it was questioned
I knew no compassion
even when it was mentioned.
I stood by idly
as they ravaged freely
that which I held dearly
was nearly
dead to me.
I made it my mission
to spread my vision
so they can make a better decision
and I can make the transition
to avoid transgression
within the lesson.
I refuse to negotiate
for I had to wait
for the ticking hands of fate
to consummate
the deed that has brought hate.
May it be told
that all that we hold
dear to our hearts
can break it into parts
if we do not steer
those who create fear
towards the light
the world will never be bright.