Cornerstone,
Where no air blows
And more burdens grow.
Forgotten with time
Though i was begotten
By the hands that buildeth
The house.Left in the earth
To grow mold and old,
Yet i was the foundation
To all the cheer
You enjoy.I stay in the cold of nights
And the warmth of days.
Always in the blind spot
Of the people I served.Irrelevant i may be,
But as a puzzle piece
Completion is unachievable
Without me.From nothingness
I will rear my head,
Albeit my diminishing use,
Until my significance is seen
By the keen
Eyes of my creator.
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Songs of Adam [Poems]
PoetryThe poems contained in this book was written with a lot of heart. The confusion and turmoil expressed in these poems is very real to most people and myself. Life is brutal and we wake here without guidelines so we struggle, a lot more than we need t...