Hey There!!
Calm and collected! You sure?
Look at you—
All humble and fake.
Is that all it takes
To be a human?
Too naïve and fragile,
Yet you struggle and survive.
You sure this is the right way to thrive?
Don’t be arrogant,
Think of a solution,
Battle your demons and
Don’t act impulsive…
...
But where’s the fun in that?
You think and think and think, and come up with that?
Is it your stomach grumbling, or
Is it your brain sighing?
Come on, don’t "think" now.
I’ll give you the answer—
The pleasure is all mine.
I was there,
Filled with compassion, adoring your design.
While you were a little boy,
You looked ferocious. You were determined!
Twenty years later,
You feel all worthless.
All you do is whine.
Where is the charisma?
Where is the shine?
It pains me to tell you this,
But we are running out of time.
Give me the control, and
Wait for my sign.
I promise,
Your presence won’t ever be ridiculed,
Your eminence will never be outshined.
Don’t ridicule me with such flattery.
Won’t you listen to me, your majesty?
Sure, you feel sad and shattered,
But wouldn’t you rather be this way?
Mistaking growth for tragedy,
They say:
Relinquish your heart from mockery.
Mayday—
Frightening is your disgraceful savagery!
Stop with the excuse,
Don’t loosen the noose.
You want a better life?
Just hop in and pursue!
Sure, what he says is tempting,
But I’d rather be here, presenting
To you,
The answer to your pain and resentment.
You shouldn’t be here lamenting.
Mark my words and heed what I say.
Don’t listen to that coward—
Here, let me make your way.
It’s bound to be suspenseful.
It’s bound to be cruel.
Don’t look at me like that—
You know it all too well.
I’m the feeling you long lost,
Yet you never gave up on trust.
I’m Hope,
The miraculous outburst.
Life is tough,
Not a whack-a-mole game.
I hope you understand:
Listening to him is just in vain.
Now, don’t accuse me of temptation—
It’s my very nature!
Can’t call it quits now, can I?
I guess I should show some determination.
I was born at the dawn of creation.
To put it simply:
Would you rather choose me and feel this soothing sensation,
Or
Choose him and relive all those dreadful accusations?
The decision is for you to make.
I’m just as important as he is.
I put in all my stake.
And you,
You are pretty mean to me, but I respect you for that.
If it wasn’t for you, I’d have gone, “Boom” Splat!
It’s cause with you comes the hardship,
And with you comes the wrath.
People get frustrated,
Desperate to look for a path.
The look on their face and the pressure on the back—
How can I miss such delicacy?
Oh! How amusing is that!
You want me to move away?
Na-uh, I ain’t doin’ that!
Making a mockery of your own kind?
Stalemating me?
Just so you can outshine?
That’s some pretty ***** trick you got up your sleeve.
Yet you go around accusing me of being a thief.
Unreasonable, isn’t it?
When he secures something,
When he gets a win—
You float like a butterfly.
You become the limelight.
You become “the thing.”
You take away the credit,
You took away everything!
But when he gets down—
Tarnished, hopeless, and doing everything on a whim—
When he succumbs to despair,
Who’s there with him?
I used to respect you for being tough.
Look at you now, coming at your brother like that.
I’m also something.
Just like you,
I too was given a task.
At least I’m honest.
I know I can cause pain.
There’s a term called “False Hope”—
Ever heard anyone feeling “False Pain”?
Life’s not a fairy tale.
I know, alright.
I can give him happiness,
I can make him smile.
I know I’m tempting him, but
It’ll be worth a while.
All you did was strangle him.
All he felt was not right.
I just wanna control him,
Make him feel alright.
Don’t give him no false hope.
Don’t make him feel traumatized.
It’s okay to be heartless.
It’s okay for him to hit rock bottom once in a while.
If Hope can flourish him and it can make him shine,
Do take the role of father figure—
It’s your duty to guide.
I understand your goal,
And I won’t hold you back.
I was born a pushover,
And I’m fine being that.
Don’t misunderstand me—
I ain’t plain as that.
I’m sinister.
I’m always there to keep you on track.
I’m always there to ensure he never gets up on his back.
I’m the hurdle he must clear.
I’m the obstacle he must pass.
And he needs you, brother,
To overcome me—
To overcome my wrath.
“With that said, whom do you choose?” both said and looked onto me.
As bewildered as I was,
I was more confused.
To choose among these two isn’t child’s play.
One will live, but one will be slain.
Like two counterforces, both can’t coexist—much to my dismay.
I thought and was about to choose,
When I suddenly opened my eyes, stunned.
Was it a dream, or have I finally succumbed
To insanity?
I pondered about the question both had asked,
And I realized I was outclassed—
Not by the amount of reasons,
Not by the sheer pressure.
I simply couldn’t choose.
Should I opt for the king of treason to live a comfortable life, but with no rhyme or reason,
Or
Should I choose the voice that you hear when you loosen the noose on a rope?
I was uncertain before, and I’m uncertain now.
Maybe someday I’ll prosper.
Maybe someday I’ll be happier.
Until then, it’s me—
And my Uncertainties.
-Asher Graves
Hello there, I am Asher Graves. I've been writing poems since oct of 2023. unlike other people my inspirations are generally from music just like this poem it was Inspired by Hi Ren by Ren and The Way I Am by Eminem. This was the first ever poem that i wrote and since i have little to no exposure in this area my wordings may feel here and there time to time but that's okay after all I love writing and it gives me the medium to express myself a lot.
