I looked, and I saw the face of life.
I rushed headlong. It told me
The fear of death, 'twas trife
I looked, and I saw the face of joy.
I reached out. It smiled
And fleed, as the ilk of a koi
I looked, and I saw the face of pain.
I recoiled. It reached out
And touched my soul, in the tumbling rain
I looked, and I saw the face of despair.
I gave up. It took me
And whisked me away, to doorstep fare
I looked, and I saw the face of death.
I scrambled away. It whispered
The truths of life in a breath.
I looked, and I saw the face of life.
I knew its truth. It held me
The truth cut deep as a knife
I looked, and I saw the face of hope.
I smiled. It looked back.
We were wistful; on tears, I choked
I looked, and I saw nothing.
I was alone now, to carry on.
I had been told all I needed to know.
I had seen all I needed to see.
So I emerged, and in so doing,
I saw the face of the living.
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PoetryA 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...
