Life index:
Life is but a calling card. A chance, a spiraling sensation of nothing, that with time turns into everything. Know me is a short story. A piece of life written just as it was lived. All of our experiences help us grow along the years. Life never stops, our minds either. Its chaos, and this book treats it as so. There is no specific order to life's events. So, with whatever hand we are dealt, we march on. We learn about ourselves, how we love, how our minds work. We doubt everything. We question our existence in this piece of dirt. We seek purpose in everything we do. Only to find out that maybe life takes the shape we give it. I hope these words take the shape of anything you need.
Dear stranger
Who are you?
Dear stranger
What troubles you?
You have sought to grow
To reach new heights
To count the stars
At life's expense
Dear stranger
What brings you here
Your eyes speak to me
You have sought to survive
Gone, deep through the scorching fire
Who has known loss, misery
And gain
Now seem lost yet again
Back in square one?
No, back within yourself
To this unsatisfactory stage
You know deep within you
What you were sent here to do
What holds you?
You seem confined
Hiding in the shadows
As days go by
Your energy
Your talent
Now a mere shell
Wasted bliss
Neglected melancholy
A sign, A cry for help
Trees slowly lose leaves
They slowly wither
With passing time
They fall
Into toxic complacency
Into midnight sonatas
Of unending misunderstanding
... Get up!
You must be strong
Give your life meaning
Fight on...
YOU ARE READING
Know me
Poetry"Life is but a calling card. A chance, a spiraling sensation of nothing, that with time turns into everything." Know me is a short story. A piece of life written just as it was lived. All of our experiences help us grow along the years. Life never s...
