Life is as a world of wonder,
Breaking boundaries and laden with crashing thunder.
Our lives only little specks across the galaxy,
Our breaths only insignificant releases of what seems useless energy.
Though we continue on through trials,
Seeking, searching, and walking miles.
Our perfect home just out of reach,
And loving dome of friends help us comfort keep.
Though we ponder and pray for help,
We have overwhelming problems to bare.
And our answers never are pristine, but they are as a place for us to improve upon.
We make empty promises to keep feelings spared.
And here the human race lay feeling superior and inferior all at once,
Feeling forgotten and important.
Feeling broken and okay.
Being us.
Undiscovered.
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Metrical Composition From A Broken Soul
PoetryPoetry is the way of letting a soul unleash the potential it had or still has but was never able to accomplish in reality. Robert Frost simply stated it as 'A poem starts as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness'. S...
