A simple poem about the ideas some of society has on speaking your mind. This in context of speaking the mind through writing.
My dear mother it is time for me to go
I wish I had more time to let you know
This is the way it must be
do not shed a single tear for me
The darkness is consuming and I must say farewell
I now take my journey to the gates of hell
I have done wrong and deserve no less
Life has always been to me like a game of chess
Always on wits end testing your moves
only to be trampled beneath a knight’s hooves
Now that they have come I must say goodbye
I am afraid I will not lie
But as you look upon this bed
I know who stands at the head
For Satan now watches over my life
ready to slice through my lifelink with his knife
I should have let you know of the wrong I have done
But I must say my sins were fun
“What did you do boy that was so wrong?”
I have commited a simple sin for so long
I have written mother, yes it’s true
Though the world never knew
I have kept my writings locked away
ready to be revealed on this day
I spoke my mind and now I die
My final question is why
Society teaches me not to speak my mind
Or the path to hell I shall find
Now with this I enter the gate
for I have come to terms with fate
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