As the sun crept through the sky,
I cursed it's radiant design.
Wishing for sleep to guide me back by the hand
However, the blazing sun seemed to blind my eyes.
Basking in the star's eternal glow.
And so there I laid.
Alone and disturbed by my endless solitude.
But the sun's warmth was there to guide me.
Guide me further out of bed and into the day.
Waking to a new day.
Walking in the coldest November.
The sunlight stayed bright and striking as ever.
But the wind wasn't the same.
It was stronger than I remember.
I think about my life and ponder.
Wondering if my efforts were genuine and true.
Am I really trying my hardest,
or did I just stop at the bare minimum?
It seems to depend on your point of view.
Years go by, as if they were hours.
Constantly on the move, while I stay put.
Quietly wilting like winter flowers.
Where is this going?
Am I getting close to my goal?
No one knows for sure.
Life can resemble a game.
A difficult and unfair kind of game.
A game that we're all made to play.
A game that I cannot control,
the things that may come my way.
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Quick Poems
PoetryThe first one is from a while back, but the others are pretty recent. These are just some poems I wrote from my experiences that I'd like to share with y'all
