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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