.:: Karma ::.

.:: A poem I wrote for a friend a long time ago::.

Maybe he's right maybe Karma does effect me
Maybe because I'm so Ill that's why I have all my friends, these people around me.
An maybe because I’m ill maybe that's why......maybe that why I end up alone...
Maybe all the pain I inflict on others is shot back at me an that's why I'm never healed....
But there's one thing I don't understand about Karma
Why was I given all this pain....all this suffering in the first place?
Why?
Was it something in my past life that made karma take my life?
Was it karma that made me ill that made my life unfulfilled?
Is it karma that runs me?
Is it karma that's killing me?
what is karma truly?
is it something we can stop or use make some one's heart healed?
In the end it always seems that karma is going to always end up killing me
For every lost there is a gain
What's the gain for this pain?
The hour glass inside my chest?
Is it true karma that got the best?


 

Reviews

[Havatara]

I love the entire poem, and the only thing that needs working on is some grammar, like capitalizing and there are a few spots where you didn't type the 'd' in 'and,' but other than that it's an amazing poem and the friend you wrote it for must have loved it as well. Great job!