so you say

Bringing faith, which I was told, would benefit the stakes
Prepare me now for what will come, before I bend to break


Save my destined from the truth, I do not wish such ailing
Fate once played a charming role, but mazed, and now is failing


Brave my heart, my battered soul, before it's time to wake
Cleanse me of a futile past, and every damned mistake


Forgive me and my flaws, so that I might forgive myself
Besides we all will share a doom, thats in and of itself


Prolonged by all we've cared to pass, with no true recognition
A pretense laid in cardinal stones, a defective apparition


Your destiny is not to fear, for all our time is coming
How will we find, a peace in time, if all our lives we're running

Author's Note

I didnt quite know what this was about until after i wrote it. After i assessed, id like to think its about the contradiction in religion. My fiance was is a tragic car accident, and everyone has tried to turn me to a religion, which i am not fond of. I believe that each and every person should have their own belief, one which is true to themselves, one that came from within, not from scriptures.

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Wow! What a beautiful piece of writing it is....
I loved its structure and the overall flow a lot!

"Your destiny is not to fear, for all our time is coming
How will we find, a peace in time, if all our lives we're running" - Loved these lines the most, they are just so emotionally powerful :)

Great work!

[Elana Juli Royson]

wow, very well written. i like your choice of vocabulary and how you found uncommonly used words to rhyme with. great write. keep writing!
~Juli Rose

[Kelley]

sounds kind of like a prayer .......I hope your husband is ok now?
Anyway I enjoyed reading this and I agree on what you said.
Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Walkingblind]

I like this alot the truth and essence seeping off of it is great I always love it
when a artist writes it's great. I've always wondered why we always run, and why in the world
we do it. We rush to grow up, get a job, get money, get done with school, get a family, then
get multiple jobs to support our family. We say we do it to make a living but we're not making anything
we're rushing to die and we've left everything we've rushed by behind. This is what your poem made me
think of, this is very thought provoking and I like that great job!

[Jera]

Thanks, i was hoping someone would like it.