Tired of life

by Poetic Ninja aka Papachopchop   May 31, 2008


I once was the king of my throne,
But what really do I own?
My world has corrupted itself dry.

I sit here the king of no one,
I am just a prodigal son,
Guess each little sin does matter in the end.

What am I suppose to do now?
I can feel my essence sinking,
Trapped in regret and despair,

Chained before you, a broken man,
Done in by my own hand,
This hourglass of life is out of sand.

I fear there is no coming back,
I'll have to erase myself,
To break this attack,

It's time I see my maker,
Maybe it's time I wake up,
I'm not good for anything and I don't know why?

This life is just too much,
My weak will... the blade,
That killed everything I touched.

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  • 17 years ago

    by BECCA lessTHANthree

    Aww. this is sad.

    but some rhymes seemed forced. also the flow gets a little messed up because you repeat the same last line in only some stanzas randomly, however its still a good poem with lots of emotion, just a little rough around the edges.

  • 17 years ago

    by bekka dollface

    Go ninja!
    super awesome job!

  • 17 years ago

    by NinjaGirl

    Wow... the emotion and pain was quite clear in this piece.

    It's time I see my maker,
    Maybe it's time I wake up,
    I'm not good for anything and I don't know why?
    ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^
    this stanza stood out to me so well. maybe because i'm feeling the same way at the moment.

    an emotional piece that reaches out and grasps the heart.

    5/5

    Keep Writing, hun
    As Always,
    ~NinjaGirl~

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