The Red String of The Doomed

When human perception goes only so far ....

The Red String of The Doomed

By Jophiel

The strings become one,

strings that changed purpose over lapse.

For we humans decided,

love, career, and human bonds.

They tie to us before we're born:

location, wealth, political status, etc.

We're born unequal from the start,

and it's rope tying harder the more we evade.

And so we grab a scissor, a man made tool,

and cut the string that ties us to fate

Now we abstract beings decide how live our lives,

but we forget this one fact.

Our fate does not exist on a string alone.

Author's Note

Thank for reading, this is my first poem written after I created my account.
Please provide constructive criticism and/or complement.

Reviews

[modtoddinc]

I really enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing and welcome back.