And yet we choose
The single abysmal word
Against this broken light
We have portrayed
To describe such a sight.
And sought to
And after by everyone
For such bitterness
They have inside themselves.
Because we have forgotten
How good life can be.
Perhaps this world truly is evil
And wicked, meant to break
Down any minute now.
And if so,
We are forgetting
That with every evil
There is a good
We can cherish.
A new hope, new light.
You suffer, you cry.
You break down.
You laugh, you love
And then you die.
The pain comes first so we
Can remember
to cherish
The good.
The pain isn't permanent.
YOU ARE READING
Eden
PoesieLife changes, so will I. *** What I hope to achieve in poetry is betterness. In my writing, in myself, and in this work.
