knowledge, my friend, tells all
and perhaps no more at beck and call
did loving things fade right away?
did fortunes leave within a day?
for when you look at me I see
that the search is not quite what it seems
tell me, friend, what do you fear?
knowledge, my friend, knows all,
and I am at your beck and call
so when you cry with tears that way
you, my friend, are steps away
knowledge, my friend, kills all
so I am at your beck and call
a curse too great to lose
but too sweet to gain
knowledge, my friend, maims all
so leave me be, in fantasy
in autumn dreams with azure skies
tell me, friend, why do you carry on?
knowledge, my friend, kills all
so why am I at your beck and call?
even when the pain is grave
and midnight ropes make life seem grey
knowledge helps and hurts us all
it expands eyes, to a million lives
and you, my friend, still carry on
knowledge, my friend knows all
so I am at your beck and call
though scarred for sure by somber days
life's still bright, in shades of grey.
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ŞiirA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
