How could it be?

How could it be?

A Poem by ali
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I don't know where I'm going with this. Makes sense?

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Seven billion, all sinners around me.
Often I asks, why do you sue me?
Their mouths are moving.
Eyes are narrowing and judging.

"What's wrong?", I may asked.
Scrambling composure, I failed bad.
"You are." each of 'em shouts.
In that moment there's no drought.

Questions, I have asked...

How could it be?
This world has turned?
How can you not see?
Souls are broken and sold?

Sun comes after the rain.
I knew then life is a bargain.
Mommy is sad then and again.
There's nothing to lose or gain.

One time, I listen to a preach.
Confused, I grew, of his teach.
"Do not be like the rest of the world."
I asked, how thee stand so strong and bold?

Questions, I have asked...

How could it be?
Our humanity is bent?
How can you not see?
That our life is lent?

Knots of dispute!
Tell me what is good!
Words, they are stuck in my esophagus. 
Time is death, hurry and help me thus. 

"Do not be the world."
"Be this and that."
"Be like the Lord."
"Don't worry about that."
Polarized into two.
Both I grew with and knew.
Who am I to follow?
What am I supposed to do?

Stars are starting to fall.
They are all starting the call.
My jar of time is running out.
But the questions, still, I'm confused about.

Questions, I asked...

Why is it like this?
Nagged to be like that and this.
Where do I go?
Where should I stand?

Days I've thought it through.
The air whispered and blew.
Deprived of answers, I felt.
Mystifying world, I dwelt.

Questions, I asked...

Will there be a day,
This world will feel one.
Will there be a right place,
To place myself upon.

And then I knew,
The one thing I could do.
The right, i thought, is unknown.
But the heart, always, have known.

I cannot be the world.
And I cannot be the Lord.
Yes, I can't be with either of the two alone.
To live in God with humanity, I was raised after borne.

When will we stop?
When will I stop?
Asking these questions?
And never getting back.

---A x.

© 2015 ali


Author's Note

ali
*Disclaiming the ownership of the image used.* :P

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Can hear two voices of this poem. It is making senses ... but the questions are left unanswered though :P

Posted 9 Years Ago


ali

9 Years Ago

There is two voices in this poem. Two side. and yes the questions are left unanswered because the pe.. read more
Jeyanthi

9 Years Ago

Its really amazing work !!! I too felt the same confusion over many times. You captured the state o.. read more
you say ur not good with words well I think u are this poem is full of good wording and prases u are good with words very much so don't stop writing because your good at it makes a lot of concepts and will make people think..

Posted 9 Years Ago


ali

9 Years Ago

you really are random ily :* xD and that's because i'm still working on my grammar and vocabulary :3.. read more
yvo miki

9 Years Ago

that's definlly me and that's what im working on too ur so very welcome love
I really like this this was really good; it shows how people treat each other each day. Keep it up.

Posted 9 Years Ago


ali

9 Years Ago

yes, thank you! c: I really appreciate it. ^^
I like the concept A.X...the hopeless humanity, men turning against each other, that helpless feeling we go through when we realise we can't do anything to change it.

There are a few grammar and tense mistakes. Should I point them out?

Posted 9 Years Ago


ali

9 Years Ago

I would be glad if you'd point them out now. And I apologize for that. English is not my first langu.. read more

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Added on April 8, 2015
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Tags: humanity, world, dispute, sinner, God, one, Christianity, poetry, poem

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