The Truth to Many Lies
by Christopher Anthony Aldana
I heard once that the ones who deserve to die
are the ones who keep living, yet the ones who deserve to live
die horribly. So what does that say for the living?
Are we the ones who don't know whether we are pure or not?
Are we waiting for Him to send us back home?
Or do we go down to where they all should be?
I read once that people come back as other people when they die.
It's said that when you return you're
supposed to make a new life and not try to relive your old one.
Is that why so many of us have"déjà vu?"
Or is it the old visions and mistakes showing what could become?
I leave you tonight with a question.
And I don't expect a reply.
What is your most terrifying nightmare?
Would you believe me if you're living in it?
A darker path can only be formed by a brightened heart.
are the ones who keep living, yet the ones who deserve to live
die horribly. So what does that say for the living?
Are we the ones who don't know whether we are pure or not?
Are we waiting for Him to send us back home?
Or do we go down to where they all should be?
I read once that people come back as other people when they die.
It's said that when you return you're
supposed to make a new life and not try to relive your old one.
Is that why so many of us have"déjà vu?"
Or is it the old visions and mistakes showing what could become?
I leave you tonight with a question.
And I don't expect a reply.
What is your most terrifying nightmare?
Would you believe me if you're living in it?
A darker path can only be formed by a brightened heart.
Christopher Anthony Aldana is a poet and has been writing since he was a kid but he took it seriously throughout high school. He would write about the things wrong in the world and things at school. Writing kept him in touch with himself and his spirit and allowed him to think clearly on topics he felt needed his full focus. His mom wonders why he wasn’t that focus school :D. But alas, he wrote and wrote, up until he found out his mom got sick…. He started writing his feelings on paper. Questioning the world, questioning God. Questioning his own life. His friend stumbled onto his notebook and read it and told him it was poetry…. jokingly he said "do I have to go to the doctor?" After that he went to his poetry club at school and he felt he found his new hobby.
