Destiny

 

 

everyday we come closer to death

some waiting for that last dieing breath

to be released from this dreadful hell

Chained and shackled in a cell

hurt and crushed by the ones they know and love

looking to the sky thinking of what awaits them above

but for those who realized theres nothing for them thereafter

are constantly deadlocked into bringing about disaster

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

I like the open honesty that this poem displays. It doesn't care about beating around the bush, but plainly just stating the foul realities.