Cup Of Life
By Simonic
Sighs of a defeated soul Escape these tired lips As blank eyes stare, into the morrow Letting realizations strike, with burning tears Comforting lies, and hopes Pour into this grievous mind Fixating hopes onto what the future Holds within trusted lies And so I cry, to no avail Regretting this cup I have chosen As my cup of life, filling it with Disheartened tears Yet, so many speak, wisdom To help me along this path, I’ve found Myself straying down aimlessly Looking for comfort in my own pitiful deductions Gagging upon the dark and bitter taste From this cup, I’ve chosen, wishing I had taken up a separate cup Knowing of this pitiful outcome, before first sip And so I weep, to no avail Greeting my misery with a blackened stare As this cup of life, fills itself with Depressing tears One by one, they fall, trickling Into this cup, held within a quivering hand Sadly understanding this fated life, left to Dwell upon what could have been And so I wail, to no avail Gulping it down between defeated sighs Accepting this pathetic cup I have chosen, filling it with Hidden tears And so I, lie Restless in bed, wishing This cup would fall from trembling hands Ending this fated life, sooner than fate could dictate And so I, drink slowly from this Cup of Life Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 01:07 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Sighs of a defeated soul..."