The Path To Roam

It's about beliefs, and about how sometimes they can be used as weapons (moral or otherwise)

Why are the godless considered unhappy

Lost and wild on the dark roads to come

I'm settled and content to be out of sight

I'm happier than ever to live in the night

 

I'm not living out a lie

I'm not given cheaply to sorrow

I bring myself happiness in this life, not the next

I've never relinquished today for tomorrow

 

I'm free, even if beauty is darker than it should be

I'm relieved, even if I'm not given to false hope

 

Loveless and dying

Hopeless but still alive

Conversion for selfish respite

I'm alone but still alive

 

I was born to roam, and the wilderness beckons

Lost and wild but the void holds hope for me

I'm settled to live devoid of contradiction

I was never bound to live in constriction

 

Before I'd have been destroyed

To live depressed, made to confess

I bring joy to the mind never to the soul

They there's a spark of divine in this hole

 

Loveless and dying

Hopeless but still alive

Conversion for selfish respite

I'm alone but still alive

 

 

 

 

The End

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