True Tests of Life

Wed, 08/14/2019 - 19:00 -- stjones

When ignored, what can i do but grow?

My power is from those who wish not to know,

At first a bother,

Soon becoming mortal foe,

Attacks so swift, yet devastating to the soul,

My aim strikes true with each accepted blow.

 

 

Immortality derived from mentality,

Is what separates Them from humanity,

Different from those who thrive,

It must be insanity,

Those who see it as fluke,

Do so to protect their own vanity.

 

When moving through life, no fear to be loathed,

Can not be naked if never clothed,

Seen to be weak,

Unknowing of any bold,

Some quick to judge,

Others too cold,

It only takes one to unbreak the mold.

 

I am not your enemy,

I wish you the best,

Dark places make for brighter people,

I am merely a test,

Being far from easy,

By now you should’ve guessed,

Underestimate, and lose,

It might help if you choose,

But only true to what strikes through the chest...

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741