Life is beautiful,
When you have something worth living for.
It's all those precious and beautiful lights.
What happens if they refuse to glow?
Or if one one by one they're snuffed out
Like a candle in the breeze.
Where does that leave you?
Empty and without a purpose?
A shell of what used to be?
What can you do as you watch those lights go out
helpless and unable to stop it.
Do you pray?
Pray in what?
At that moment hope is your last stand.
Faith is the only thing left.
Unfortunately that too will disappear.
You'll be nothing and in your eyes time stops.
You fall asleep thinking of only what used to be.
The only light left is you.
Eventually you will be gone too.
So what do you think?
Is Life really really beautiful?
As it takes our lives one by one.
As we watch with scared filled eyes.
Helpless to stop what's to come.
Believe what you will
But I understand that Life is beautiful
Only when there is something worth living for.
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Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
