Ego, the creator of all evil
Justifications it relays to our mind
For every negative action we ever took
Captivates me every time
It fuels our anger
And we tend to take
Actions that are irreparable
Within the rush of adrenalin
Boundaries are created
Both physical and metaphorical
They are never to be crossed
Long after It's all said and done
Love that was safely hidden
within our hearts
Starts to wakes up
Every day you walk over and try
To cross those boundaries
Your ego had created
But, you always return empty handed
Your courage has nothing left to offer
except for 'if's and buts'
These questions really have no answers
So, they haunt you
The remainder of your days
Now, you pray and you wish
You had never created them at all
But now, it's little too late
Life has slowly built upon it
And sealed your fate
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem