Nothing in life is free.
There's a price for everything.
Even happiness.
How can I possibly enjoy
all that my life has brought me
when it has cost me
my soul.
Lies have been told
while loyalty is demanded.
Dreams stolen from
the innocent and unsuspecting.
While all along
my pockets get fatter.
Friends deceived
as the very bridge I stand on
which brings me to them
burns right under my feet,
yet I don't feel the flames licking me
for I have become numb and insensitive.
Day by day I gain more
of what I wanted in life.
Yet I wake each and every morning
wishing today would be the last
because I'm tired.
Tired of the ramifications
of a dream fulfilled.
Yet I arise
to send my army into the streets
to sell more dope
steal more dreams
and crush all the hope
in this neighborhood,
while all along
my pockets get fatter.
In a list
A contest entry
- "Am I suppose to be happy with all i ever wanted, it comes with a price" by fire angel 088.
333 points, ended April 11, 2007, 20 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i am in tears after reading this. my ninteen year old son who is in prison could have written this very thing. i miss him and you reminded me of him so very much. i would like to congratulate you on the gold trophy you have won in this contest. viyanna rosemarie
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You are such a incredible writer...I love reading your works. You've done wonderful and the best of luck to you in the contest!
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The words in your poem reflect the essence of the process of advancement that is interwoven in the illusion of life. The more we gain and the less there consequently remains to be wished for, the more extreme wishes become. At some point happiness becomes an illusion while the compelling urge to advance still exists for it has eaten a way into our ignorant minds. That is what drives the ones caught in that process, which often results in the loss of advancement; it merely has become moving into the direction of increasingly intense and bizarre extremes. It is the self sustaining mechanism of illusion, the nature of which is destructive. But in this physical plane there's a limit to everything, even to extremes. Thank you for creating and sharing and good luck in the contest. Take care,
U
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This is such a good poem that tears at the soul pangs of guilt. Many do find that happiness comes with a price and in the end,,,there is no happiness if the soul has been taken. I really like your poem.
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Another well written master piece from a master poetess. The fluidic presentation brings out a dark side of humanity that many of us choose to turn our back on but then again; is it an individual choice?
Love,
Amera
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