In Response To My First Poem
Could it be
That we will never be?
It cannot be
That we played with fire
Without playing the lyre
Could it be
That you are a liar?
Ready to jump into the pyre
My heart does bleed
And plead
For Mercy
I am Capricious
Even Luscious
In your bed
Always coloured red
Yet
You abutted
Never Pretentious
I am Anxious
Could it be
That you do not agree?
With my Faith
What would become of me
Should you let me be?
Without my Side
You will truly Hide
Your eternal Pain
In Vain.
I had really thought that you represented Love
I had really believed that you were a form of the One Above
The one for whom my heart beats
Ever since He saved me from being just an evil atheist
I realize now that I was just being fooled
Indeed, in matters pertaining to learning about myself, I needed to be schooled
See you, now I do know that mundane love would never equal divine love
Yes, now I do know that for earth and its beings, I should never ever drool!
Why, I do know that I am not a perfect being
I am made of flaws
But when I was suffering the consequences of those painful blows
I did get that which I needed most, a mystical awakening
So, see you, now I do know much more about myself
About life, about the meaning of faith
Now I do know that I shall have to cater to my duty
As well as to that which fills me with pleasure, my creative poetry
Now I do know that sometime, I shall meet with death
The opening is it, leading to the world of eternal life
The doorway which would lead me to where does be that which I want
True love, in its genuine state
Indeed, I am thankful to those painful words
They gave me everything that make of me a poet
Yes, for these were my very first odes
Though mistaken was I, on the matter as to whom they are meant!
29 Sept 2015
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