Destiny

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Death

    Destiny

    Take the pictures,
    Of the night.
    Then compare them,
    To the light.

    After death,
    Will we still live.
    Even after,
    All we had to give.

    But do we not know,
    That everyone dies.
    Even with love,
    We meet our demise.

    Can we save,
    Our mortal soul.
    To get away,
    From destiny's pull.

    Just this once,
    I'll let it go.
    And then we can,
    Go with the flow.

    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Emilia’s Poems (17)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Unreal 0
    Mask 0
    Found. 2
    Fit In 1
    Imaginary 0
    Destiny 1
    Empty 2
    Mental Warning 0
    Life 0
    Distance 1
    Keep going 2
    God's Tears? 1
    Heart 3
    Insane? 7
    A Game? 9
    Dead.... 5
    Death or Freedom? 4