Reality strikes a blackened heart string,
By the mere release of such a tiny thing,
A life; a small, insignificant treasure,
Giving joy no one but I can measure,
Knowledge may be power,
But in this reality I cower,
Knowledge to see more than is here,
The ability to see what was always there,
A dying, fragile form,
Perhaps a categorised norm...
But does the pain of grief, of loss,
Ever return to a smaller cost,
Does the chunk removed inside,
Ever wane with growing pride,
How I love the lost,
the pain forgotten in time,
Can impending death
really be expressed in rhyme?
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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@naaviie no, it's like 4am Nepal time. And he had been awake for like two days from travelling. Hopefully he'll text tomorrow. My phone bill is going to need its own mortgage this year!π
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