Making the Most of It

[Pendragon]

Making the Most of It

The moment of waking arrives and I know again,
That life is filled with misfortune and heartbreak.
Stumbling against the onslaught of painful hurricane,
I search for the pathway that I must take.

Life is a burden bound upon men’s unwilling backs,
The cords holding the cruel backpack have yet to be loosed.
It’s a hideous torture, far outstripping the rack,
The moment of release, is it something I can choose?

But if Death is the release from this life,
Why is my hand stayed from walking that trail?
Continuing to contend with each trial and strife
In the end who knows what might finally prevail?

Sorrow is a cup upon which many have to binge:
Living in itself can be the finest part of revenge!

Pendragon
© Sunday, September 28, 2008

[kiz_paws]

Very powerful, I loved this poem.


Sorrow is a cup upon which many have to binge:
Living in itself can be the finest part of revenge!
Awesome, Pen. :nod:

[lucidnightmares]

i really like the idea of this poem and the message i get from it is inspirational.
first poem iv`e read in a while now and i`m glad it was one such as this.