Tears

[WarKirby]

I swear loudly at my past
Cursing the fucking gods and their foul play
What choice I have had was predetermined and inconsequential
I tilt my head further back to feel the sweat from the gods
Or is it tears?
With the drops falling on my head, it becomes clearer
With every drop of rain,
There is one tear
A tear shed for me
A tear shed for my ignorance
A tear shed for their misinformed creation
I questioned their every move, and now understand
It is my every move
They watch with tears running down,
As I curse my own life
As I curse my own being
As I curse my own ignorance
They can do nothing but watch
With tears running down
I feel them on my cheek
These are my tears I now feel
My tears running down from my eyes
That have seen my past, and my actions
My loud curses resonate within my mind and reach no one else
My tears run down, as I run from blame
From a life that was forfeit
MY tears run down, and mix with those of my god
I feel the tears run my soul with blame
And they speak loudly to me,
And drown out the curses to my god

[MetalMusicMan]

I like:

"As I curse my own life
As I curse my own being
As I curse my own ignorance
They can do nothing but watch"

Although I find that the profanity and use of "fucking" detracts from the piece and seems unnecessary, especially so early in the poem-- but I don't think it should be there at all.  Which is weird, since I'm usually pro-profanity, but I think here it hurts and should not be there. 

I like the idea of the Gods watching and mourning, a helpless God, or rather, helpless but to watch a mere human.  Good job there.  I like the way you portrayed that. 

The ending is somewhat vague and a let down, but the mid-point of the piece was very enjoyable.