Fate of the OutcastA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicDark. Very dark.Walking alone among the living Who I am I cannot say What is the worth of my forgiving If my inside's price to pay?
Does my search bear any fruit Or it fills the empty space? I no longer fit this suit Throwing it away now I must face.
I deserve no better fortune Than to leave the world like this So let me turn back to the ocean And enjoy eternal bliss!
Who am I to judge these souls When my sin keeps burning slow? All those bursts of lost controls Power up its spectral glow.
Home is nowhere to be found Since disdain there spread its roots Hollow shrieks of my heart's sound Leave me nothing but disputes.
I deserve no better fortune Than to leave the world like this So let me turn back to the ocean And enjoy eternal bliss!
Why do lies tend to the truth...? Why does greed fuel up the lust...? How can morale find the youth If our own is turned to dust...? © 2012 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
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