--one of my darker poems--

 

 

 

Fie this life and what it has given me,

 

 

 

for life is not worth the effort.

 

 

 

Is a man suposto live out existance bored,

 

 

 

comteplating weather to end it or not?

 

 

 

Is every thing he does matter not,

 

 

 

a mear drop in an ocean of worthlessness,

 

 

 

a pessalence, to himself?

 

 

 

I am that drop, I am that plight, I am bordome.

 

 

 

Fie the lot I have,

 

 

 

fie the existance I owe,

 

 

 

to an unloving mother,

 

 

 

and a father I barly knew.

 

 

 

is not a man to enjoy his fruits,

 

 

 

the spawn of his labor?

 

 

 

All I see, and do matter not, I matter not,

 

 

 

for if I was gone, no one would morn my passing,

 

 

 

for I am mearly another human,

 

 

 

not worth a second glance.

 

 

 

Would another turn my gaze,

 

 

 

from down to up?

 

 

 

ones I know, enjoy the down cast,

 

 

 

revel in the power over another.

 

 

 

One life is worth more than another,

 

 

 

for I see it daily,

 

 

 

and my life is worth naught.

 

 

 

Fie I say again, to myself, and to me.

Moved to Varrock Library.

 

 

 

Very nice btw, Im impressed.

not too many replys to this one :-(

Hmm....I always thought Japanese people (correct or wrong) had a sense of poetry...the poem confirms it to me.

I tried to read it but then I realized I couldn't because things like suposto just aren't the same unless spelt correctly "supposed to". Please, if you are going to write, learn to spell. Also, in your sig it is "original".