Marseths Poetry

Cheated.

All hope is lost.

Once again out of reach.

Can you not see my beating heart?

The flow of time shall ebb and flow,

As it pains us to see those we love let go.

The elixer of life lean us to procure a true name,

Only to find that in its absence we feel lifes refrain.

To contemplate the idea of a true living source,

Would only leave ourselves in a state of remorse.

Because of this stream of fate and extent,

Many die every day never thinking to repent.

We ravenously consume all we survey,

Without  thinking of others who lack the ability say.

When the time comes that all hase run out,

A single life will mean nothing to the hell bent doubt.

The obscene wake of those cast aside,

We all have things we crave in our soul.

Things that dictate the die that we roll.

We always want what we can not possess,

From relations in life to the way that we dress.

Some of us hold a burden inside,

That hurts much more than to just swallow your pride.

Our minds constantly race twords a state of dis belief,

Never wanting to show that which dwells beneath.

Many of us have been scared by the truth,

How tragedy and death dont make us bullet proff.

False tears bring pain to those around you,

False smiles bring pain that is all to true.

You cant look at life the same way as me,

Because unlike you my feelings are under lock and key.

Sometimes its best to hide your true face,

Because your true self would be severely out of place.

But if you remember one thing,

Its that you may try to go far,

You must reach out and push on,

If you listen close you can hear it ring.

The sound of life's bell and the song that it sings.

You can hear it sound from the day you are born,

To the end of your days in the persona you've worn.

You can hear it ring loud and you can hear it ring low.

It can bring you great joy or it will leave you in woe.

The bell will sound strange to those unaware,

But one you recognize the sound you will listen with the utmost care.

So now i hope you take time through the coarse of your day,

To see with your ears and hear life this way.

Your life wont be the same if you put things aside,

Those who cry shed scarlet tears

And release from within all their worldly fears.

Some of us may die to protect those close

Only to find that it is ourselves who long for love the most.

We hide behind masks to conceal our true face

And hope to not wither the flowers of our emotional vase.

Our hearts hold secrets and pain within

that if allowed to surface would show how we are tainted in sin.

The shroud that disguises us from those around

Keeps our true thoughts and feelings from making a sound.

To think that these feelings are not true and a waste

Would be foolish and hurtful to those who it is based.

The calm and peace you feel in your mind

Takes a long and hard journey to search for and find.

The reason some cry scarlet tears