The Lessons We Learn.


Always a lesson to be learnt in everything,

Behind every failure, and each failing,

Learn it the easy way now,

Or fate will do the needful, and how.

 

When you stumble and stumble again,

There are forces working at odds, you claim,

The fault cannot be yours, you insist,

Afraid of what lies beyond this ignorant mist.

 

While the world observes your silent misery,

You run from the reality that you’ve created, clearly,

The burden of escape, comes back compounded,

Waiting for you to turn around, astounded.

 

It’s a short life, my little friend,

As soon as you can, make amends,

Like an ostrich, you dug your head in the sand,

Now pay the price, play with the dealt hand.

 

The lover and friend you shunned at random,

The mother and father you hurt in tandem,

All that forgiveness came at a price,

And you gambled it away, with the roll of a dice.

 

This lesson, had you in time learnt,

Along with your misery, the pain would’ve burnt,

But you chose to keep the evil alive,

What you escaped then, now twice will arise.

 

Remember always what you were told,

There’s never a problem too big for the bold,

It’s never too late to right a wrong,

But don’t call him back, the one who is gone.

 

Some lessons well learnt, were forgotten by you,

Some lessons were unlearned on his side too,

And now you stand alone with your sorrow,

Fearing your dark and bleak tomorrow.

 

Well delayed, but the process must start now,

The healing must begin, to the gods, take a bow,

Nothing but a puppet you all but remain,

From the same mistakes now, you must  refrain.

 

The gift you lost, so precious,

The throne in a heart so spacious,

Where you ruled for years with flourish,

A man meant for love, and just to cherish.

 

It’s this lesson that you forgot to read,

That the warning of the fates you failed to heed,

What comes back twice, won’t come back again,

The third time is no charm, just an empty claim.

 

Why do you cry now, why must you repent,

The clock has been ticking, been long since he went,

Must have gone quite a distance,

He hasn’t looked back, no such instance.

 

Now let’s open our eyes, and re-evaluate,

What we have left, what is still on our plate,

There’s not much, not much in your net,

Pick up the piece, that’s your best bet.

 

Stand again, at the starting line,

And pray for mercy, to the lords divine,

That this too, may come to pass,

Or, to give you strength to walk over glass…

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10 responses to “The Lessons We Learn.

      • Very Good learning to survive as vivaciously as before but post the apocalypse as you put it in ‘Great divide’ i have a much clearer and logical vivacity rather than being a emotional fool!!

      • Its not about surviving as vivaciously as before. It’s about unlearning the things that cause you pain. And an apocalypse shows you the mirror like nothing else. Its like taking a step backs and actually seeing what’s become of you…

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