Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2011
I took the train
To the burning skies,
To the sinking clouds,
To the bridge of redemption.

I waited in line,
Beside the others,
For my decision,
For my punishment.

I came to him
And he said,
"You shall be one;
You will have won"

I went to my prize
With others like me.
The world was whiter;
The world was brighter.

I saw to my life
And it was filled with things.
Things people pay for;
Things people **** for.

I saw the fog
That kept Life from Love.
It blurred my sight;
It blurred my joy.

I saw the reason,
After three score and seven days.
The reason was not prize;
The reason was punishment.

I chose the option
To choose my way back
To the life before
For the life ahead.

And after the second second,
I saw the difference.
It was a saga of life;
It was a saga of dream.
All rights reserved by/to the author.

(It has won to three for life.)
Isaac
Written by
Isaac
544
   Pure LOVE
Please log in to view and add comments on poems