for some
there is nothing to do but exist;
check off the boxes that appear on our list.
one moment happiness in our midst--
the next, it is gone like a mist.
for some
there are demands the world may insist
and we endeavor, labor to resist
all the while carrying weight-- we persist
alone and angry, can no one assist?
for some
everything seems to be amiss
on the scraps of disappointment we must subsist
the individual being disappears-- dismissed
isn't there more to life than this?
for some
their battle cannot be fought with a fist.
if only they would have known they wouldn't be missed,
they would have grown to exist.
but for others
they will be missed
forever and always
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anthology of life
Poetrya collection of poems and short writings. would love to collab with fellow poets and short story writers!
