DestinyA Poem by DeevaMarxThe inevitability of becoming the product of your surroundings.Her voice was my prison, strong and velvet No
explanation at her words, I would fold Sweetly
held, I could stay a slave to her will. How
wrong it was to dream, how wrong it was to envision, how wrong it was to think. Unnecessary. Throughout
the levels of consciousness, I will stop Layer
by layer, hope by hope Until
her face, the world will see and bow to. How
wrong it will be to fight, wrong it will be to deceive, wrong it will be to
breath Uninviting. I will speak her words, but twist the tales. My
voice will entrance and rule. And
the sounds will echo and control. Volumes
will reverb and fade. Purposely
without a purpose I will succeed. How
wrong it will be to wonder, wrong it will be to stand, wrong it will be to
change. Unknowingly. © 2010 DeevaMarxAuthor's Note
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Added on October 1, 2010 Last Updated on October 2, 2010 AuthorDeevaMarxAustraliaAboutHello, I'm a girl from Adelaide, South Australia and have been writing for about 5 years now. I enjoy screenplays the most but also dabble in poetry and novels. I'm very real world/sci fi orie.. more..Writing
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