These words give miniscule glimpses to what I see in my mind,
I'm more then likely left in question of what it is I need in my life,
No noose is strong or long enough to hang the pain I possessed,
Maybe It's not death I desire, just to retire to get few days of rest,
I never seen something so beautiful that it takes my breath away,
Does that even exist in a world like this? beauty is all left to waste,
Away in the corners of our mind we forgot about before life began,
But, I like to search for it in words and hold answers in my hand,
And consider the ink to possess enough power to inspire myself,
And witness this mind rise to the heavens rather then retire to hell,
As I live in a city surrounded by cardboard houses that are empty,
As people are all rushing to give up hope and expect bad endings,
The cracks in the sidewalk got nothing on the cracks in our hearts,
Our conclusions cheated and laughed at our fate right at the start,
And joy is so fleeting while agony is taking it's time to stick around,
Speaking to us while we'd all wish we could drown out his sounds,
But you're stuck in this life now and as much as you dread this life,
You fear the mystery of death so much it's cemented in the mind,
Weighing down your daily thoughts and dreams as you go insane,
With a knife to your wrist, as you resist and fear shows on your face,
And you just barely get by, but time flies and you're so full of angst,
Half of teenage life is a test to see if you even possess what it takes,
To take on what's next in life, because you set up your own chapters,
So by the time you're fifty you're simply content about the hereafter,
So, take time to grow, and be patient as life unfolds over time to show,
What it has to offer or what it wants to take, which isn't right, I know,
But, It's all about give and take and the sooner you realize life ain't fair,
Then your newfound wisdoms blade can pierce armour to slay despair...
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poetry is how I learned
to speak my mind
and oh, the conversations we’ve had...
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