I have seen you, Death
In your many forms.
I have walked in these
Shadowed valleys before.
I've wandered with you
In my bitter days
Hoping you would ease
Some of my hate and pain
Its a small comfort
From this mortal coil
When we rose as babes
Only to return to soil
It's Life that we seek
But its Death that governs
While we're chasing one
We prepare for the other
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An experiment in poetic brevity
Do you ever think about what happens when we die. Do we go above to that perfect haven in the sky. Or is living just a cycle, vicious in its ways. Nothing to look forward to, when we live out our...
Do you derive hope from failure. Do you derive joy from pain. Do you derive love from hatred. Do you derive loss from gain. Do you see life as a mystery. Do you see life as a maze.
Has the f word in a sentence I quite like..
Your life, a sheet of paper, And death, a raging fire, That turns to ash the words you write, And scripts, anew, a liar.
All that shimmers may not be lasting. Sometimes the sight is rather distorting. To be at the crossroads and wonder. To take the hard path or a wishful surrender. Choices are abound.
Where do you run to, When you don't know where you are. When do you stop. Will you ever know how far. How can I move forward, When I keep pulling back. What if I can't let go.
A man rushes, fast brushes past, trees and leaf and broken branch, His name is Time, his destination; mine, and yours.
With words now lost, And memories, all that remain. Count the cost, Reveal the hidden stain. Where can you turn for answers, When you can't decide the question.
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