Life is hard,
And so we know,
Ours worse than others,
Yet you must let go,
To the pain and sorrow you clutch in your hand,
As your life slips away,
Quickly like sand,
Focused too much on the sadness,
Instead of the good,
Grasping at the dead,
Instead of the ones you should,
Embrace the present,
Not the pain,
Only sadness to lose,
And the world to gain,
Darling, please,
Open your eyes,
Staying here,
Will be your demise,
You've dug a hole,
In which you will die,
Unless you look up,
And learn to fly.
YOU ARE READING
Wither
PoetryFrustration, Anger, Pain, And sadness, We're all dying from the m a d n e s s . -Our Generation, Wither --- This is my voice to the world.
