The Death Options Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Death Options

Life i did not asked
Was given to me,
Flame in grass,
Poems in a book
Whatever insinuated was beyond my own motives,

How it was scripted,
A song in the clog of wheels,

A pastoral linkages with nature's law,
The good or rotten apple,

I can only surmised was one hell of a journey for the detainees,
The closure of options

You've made a chronicle of experience,
You've encountered the battle's terrains,
These cycles of times you are an instrument of hate,
a pawn in the community

The storehouse of intuitions to get through the days,

Nights when not a clue of instructions where you're heading, and a glimpse of daylights to start again,

The illusory projects of creating destruction,
The never ending searches for truces,

And questions you'll be asking again,
because of unsuccessful tutorials,
and one fine day, the death options