Is that the question?

Is that the question?

A Poem by Malare
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Something I wrote a while back

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To be or not to be; is that the question?
Whether tis better to die on your feet than to live on your knees
Countless soliloquies all with different means to the same end
Telling us all to ascend to impossible heights and making us fall; o', but no crescend.
But don't you dare paint me as a hero while you stare
For simply writing the words that eject from my mouth in spurts and pairs
For if I am the pro, who is my con? 
My light to whose despair?
But nor am I a villain, my mind cannot comprehend such complex plots
Forcing the public to squat while my men take shots at their friends and family dear, but fear not
Their misery will soon end at the blade of the hooded man at the chopping block.
I simply have not the heart, nor the stomach, to process such things
My mind is a birdcage, made of incomplete rings
And I could understand why the caged bird sings
If only my brain hadn't have clipped my wings.
So even if I escape this prison that I am, I will never be able to take to the skies
My path to salvation paved in poorly placed lies
And as I look through my own eyes, I see that the sky wasn't worth it
No, and neither were the lies.

© 2016 Malare


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this is really good!!! ive experienced emotions really strong. you accually made me cry. thanks!!!

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Added on June 6, 2016
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Henrico, NC



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A Poem by Malare