I breathe yet I'm afraid to live.
I see yet I'm blinded by many things.
To me life is a myth.
Born into this world naive and cheerful.
To an optimist, life is a bliss.
But today..
We are surely suffering.
If disease and famine doesn't strike us,
Depression and addiction will surely blight us.
Why?
They say we shouldn't ask.
Rather we should pray and have faith.
It's possible to be happy they say.
Outside all the conflict surrounding us.
Deep down, we all want the same.
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Life And Conflict
PoetryIs life what you had hoped it would be? Maybe you had envisioned going out in glory? Through poetry I will try to explain that it's not too late to go out all guns blazing..! These poem's will tackle life and conflict. Both the Gl...
