My life was good before I met you
What is it that you want
Everything I am is because of you
And you still want more
I didn't ask for this
Nor do I care
Stand before me
And explain yourself
Speak truth to me
You owe me
You have everything
All is yours and
A prisoner is what I am
For so many eagerly
Kill for your name
So why do you pick on me
I'm keen on your game
Sacrifice the weak
To celebrate your glory
Only a fool plants hope
In an empty heart
This time you lose
Because I walk alone.
About the Creator
Christopher Almeida
I share with you Me illustrated from pain love and joy. I have no borders my canvas tells the story you read. Welcome to my world.
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Recently, I learned that my great-grandfather, on my fathers side of the family, wrote quite a bit of poetry. A family member put together a book of his poetry. I had no idea until recently. It was such a wonderful pleasure connecting to his words, written so long ago! I had never met him because he died long before I was born. From what I’ve been told, his wife died during childbirth. It makes me wonder how similar I may be to some of my ancestors, in the fashion in which I reflect and write.
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