2 years ago
deactivated1484545980DTessStevens
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The Gate / A Poem

She dreamed about society

a place where all could come to be

up and down

with none around

a little sideways too

Drawing on the holy greats
whose art and torture held the gates
of life and love, reality
defense, destruction, finality
because the choice was never hers.
Decided before she hit the world
a sadness echoes long before
the times of turbulence and shame
where all good things
go down in flames
All her friends forgot her name
and time progressed
a wicked game
somewhere along her line of fate
she found the poets at the gate
They welcomed her with open hands
but made her bow to their demands
for everything that's good and right
requires a sacrificial fight
She couldn't face reality
she toyed with costly trivialities
straight to the brain filled in the holes
of pressure, patience and unreal goals
The light, the dark
the guiding hands
took away with the boys in the bands
She tripped along and made mistakes
as the poets watched from behind their gate
There was never an answer for her grief
nothing to be seen
the light returns in darkness fallen
underneath her crooked dreams

For to gain entrance to that holy place

where the poets dream and live with haste

you have to let the chaos take

some small part of your soul

Most will never pay the price
and some will live with pride
but tomorrow comes
and waxes the night
where hope and hate divide
2 comments
"Decided before she hit the world a sadness echoes long before the times of turbulence and shame where all good things go down in flames" Fantastic, Tess.
2 years ago·Reply
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@ButterflyBlu thank you so much :/ It's been a while since I've tried at verse. I used to write poetry all the time. I'm glad you enjoyed it. A pretty personal one!
2 years ago·Reply