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Holidays For me

by Christopher Shin

Red flickers as it trickles
down the glass as my soul
drains downward with
each coming of the seasons.

We have great abilities of
grandeur and purpose.
Yet we take the coward's flight.
We strive for our own
success no matter what
it takes.

Maybe that is the way
we are born to be.
That we owe no excuses
to the purpose we serve,
and that to be crushed
we must crush all those
who break or destroy us.

Only to find that we
become the victims of
our own ambitions.
My soul lingers
and I know now
that it isn't those
who we are to blame.

But human nature
to blame and controls
us like a leash.
So it is always
all that is written
for we are human,
and are doomed.

12/16/2008

Posted on 12/17/2008
Copyright © 2025 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/17/08 at 06:39 AM

Sure seems like it sometimes. Great write, man.

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