In this world; there is only pain.
Why can't everything go my way?
This world of mine is my only true bane.
And yet I must move forward within it every day.
Does humanity only serve to push towards our eventual destruction?
Or is there more purpose to our short existence?
And yet with each build and every construction;
All I can think of is, "Why?", as I look from a distance.
The sun, moon and stars is what guides us all.
But, what guides me to follow this world as it dies?
Is it the leaders we follow? Or do we heed our peer's call?
Though, they only know how to spew out lies.
And in near-repose I dream of a life divine.
Wondering what it would be like, if the world was mine.
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Morose Sunsets
PoetryA collection of very short poems that I hold dear to me. Not even sure if some of these are poems. Each of them are actually in relation to future characters in some of my current and future stories.
