Divine Intervention
I wish that I could see the future
How divine it would be
to divine who would see
their futures unfold
And who would never see
anything again.
Only a fool would hope for something so hapless
Imagine the destruction, the demise in your eyes!
The madness would muddle your mind
I’m content to navigate life day by day
without maps or headlights to guide my way
Still, I wish I could see the future
How divine it would be
To divine tragedy
And remedy wrongs prematurely;
Leaving lies left unspoken and hearts left unbroken
It seems to me to be mapless
is more hapless than all
Only an imbecile would wish something so dismal
Lies will be told, love will grow cold—
That’s life, but life is never that simple.
Some lies are so sweet, seductively spoken
you love and devour the delectable deceit
And most hearts beat loudest right before being broken
when left in pieces, memories of this sound bring peace
Love, the truest of emotions, can be felt in the falsest of moments
But if I could see the future
I wouldn’t need the sutures
that keep my shattered heart
from crumbling.
Precognition is a cop-out
Clairvoyance, an annoyance
You don’t need either to keep you complete.
You’ve got me.
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Herban Poetry
PoetryA small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.
