War

It is an impassability.
Need? Greed? Selfishness? Or just what we dream?
Why?
Death is dying and he is strange to his race.
Life? Why live after death?
Do we still feel? Guilt? Power? Need?
 
Need to live a life born of honesty? So what I lived as a king?
Does that make me terrible? Does that alone make me what I was when I died?
Or do I need to go further? You know? I don’t…
I just lived… a long time ago. Life was mine,
When I was free. Now I have death. Just no life.
Permanent? NO!!!
 
NEVER!
 
I wish to sea. I wish to feel. I WISH!!!
Breeze! Salt air upon my skin. Felt, free!
Now I sit and ROT… just a bit. No joke. I ROT. 
I did deserve my death…
So did we. All of us. Now we see… he does not do these things…
At least he tries… He tries to live free… 
He showed us his anguish, torment and pain.
He lives, so called free. No sin? 
NO! He will be just like the rest… MAN!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: