The world is built by lies.
For a moment we are here; gone the next.
Wishing to feel every emotion in the world
with the meager time we have here on Earth.
Touch the ground, feel the sun,
Smell the flowers, taste the air,
See nature, love like no other,
Only then we are here, does it mean to be alive.
How many lives would have been spared
if our true hearts were to be shown?
Every time someone hurts another, do they do it out of spite?
or have they just learned to protect themselves,
afraid to have a repeat of history in front of their eyes?
Another day when you wake,
A blessing in the eye of the beholder.
Each human is carved by their regrets—
forgetting why we have been planted in this soil.
The fear of failure keeps us from growing.
Progress ceases to exist
when defeat shapes us into its image.
Fight over it. Refusing,
we stop moving forward.
The merely good and honorable,
“When do they get recognized?”, You question.
Only when they are dead.
Only when their bodies forged from dust
comes back to where it was made from.
As time slowly eats away each one of us,
little by little, we savor each moment.
May it be a sunrise or a meal—
we remember until we can’t no longer.
Death comes and death goes
We all end the same way, may it be privileged or not.
Some get taken sooner than others,
And some, get to see how their world falls apart.
“Who are we?”, You may ask.
We are dust made into flesh,
living off of time that was never ours.
May it be a lesson that
we own nothing in this life.
Mortality: A Journey
-Dev H. / N.A
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Subject 189 || A Collection
PoetryA book filled with all the poems I have written. The themes and topic of the poems are random and some poems were written when I was back in 2nd Grade. Expect disappointment:).
