The sky had turned black
Never known why
Folks over there
Wondering what they made
Trying to figure life out from between anger
If what they made were a failure;
The question ever lingering
The failures were starting to be consistent with time
The world had failed
To get what was needed
Even though they all lived waiting still.
Swearing it on all their beliefs that all ways were tried
But none had yielded the rarest myth entitled success.
Confessing all truth for the first time in life
But in return all to be received was failure
Yet again...
The belief of failures being the stepping stones to success
Was proving itself to be void;
For if it was true stones of gold out of success would have buried the world
The stones just make a new path that would lead to success if we want it to
What was done wrong
Instructions meticulously followed
Waited patiently for years
Without gain went time.
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Illumination's Voyage
PoetryObservations, incidents, notions, ideas, concepts and thoughts through a person's life that anyone might have gone through as poems, prose and excerpts by a teenage maniac by mind and an adult by body (or maybe a psychopath) who starts the day drin...
