This is a poem about ones journey and what they become in the end, and also how once we die, we cannot do any mistakes, we are so perfect and how most of us yearn to be acknowledged by someone whom we gave our everything to.


My Life


I am done painting my life by instructions
Give me a blank canvas,
My pallet is filled from the rainbow,
My rigger wading though the blockers
I shall paint with the vividness
that your eyes have never met

I've got it all figured out
How to fit a square peg in a round hole
I learned what was there to be learned and now
I am invincible, undeniable
Unforgettable, Unreachable,
I have slayed every predicament
And seen through its eyes, unflinching
My titanium heart ricochets
Every bullet you've got
Go on and bring your best kept
weapons, if you still want to try

And if you ever lost your heart for me
Don't forget the daisies on your way
Sprinkled with morning due
Sprayed with your favorite perfume
White as light, soft as my soul
lay them at the feet of my tombstone
Greet me with awe, And read it loud
"As I lay flat for the world to walk
All over me, I am proud of all the battles
I've fought, And died still fighting"






Poetry by Bunny
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Written on 2025-10-29 at 00:21

Tags Life  Struggle 

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Bunny
Thanks Griffonner,

I am very happy that you read and liked my poem. I had scribbled it in a one flow, like less than 5 mins. And then with few corrections typed it here. I had hoped at least someone connect with it and am pleased to see you did. Thanks for your feeback.
2025-10-29


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I loved this poem. As I read it I was thinking not only about what it said but how well it was written... hence my second reading. I absolutely love the way the last stanza exudes a softness that I think you wrote to express your thoughts on immortality. Blessings, Allen
2025-10-29