the chosen one

a curse was cast on me 

the day i was born

do good howsoever i might

the thorns shall always adorn.

endured i have, through all these years

mentally, physically and spiritually

believing in the man up there

having forgotten that he won't budge

what with him being the whip master.

and now as i reach the threshold to it all

i have a choice to make

either i beg him yet again for mercy

or push myself into the purgatory.

having indulged in the first for quite long

I choose to take the path to perdition

let's see how much more before this frail vessel drowns

bring it on o Lord! for i am the chosen one...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Would be difficult for the chosen one. Hard to see flame of good or evil today. A lot of both are burning in many places. I enjoyed the thoughts and description in this poem. Open the door to a large and long discussion. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ruth]

Sometimes have to declare the self as such to overcome the battles that fate bestows! Poignant love xoxo

[An owl on the moon]

What an agony... fated to pain... a destiny that cannot be undone.. unless. The hand of Providence raises and crushes... and how sweet is the taste of mercy when it comes.. undeserved and refreshing... Your words pour a cup so deeply, my friend.

[Poetic Beauty]

This makes me think of the book of Job in the bible and him being.tested. strong write