Friday, June 3, 2011

Poetry By Kre

THE PRIZE (11/15/10)
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I sit and realize …there is no prize
No gold watch…no source of fame
There is no prize, I have no name
I am and have been just an animated frame
I did there bidding and brought them gain
For me the nameless drone…I gave freely
Soul lost its throne
Inside of me an empty shell, resentment, shame and depression fell
Aimless, robotic in human me….
Eyes slowly open
Now I see
Its fall and leaves are falling from the trees
The smell of autumn comforts me
There is a prize that waits for me
Yesterday bound today I’m free
I have a name…. I sing in verse and proclaim my light to the universe
I have a soul
Just like that tree
Yellow, red, shades of me
I claim my prize
Just for me
Freedom
Peace
Prosperity