A tale of life,
Rise above all,
Or fall down instead.
We forgot how to care,
We don't remember
The meaning of compassion,
Of faith, joy and love.
We're made out of stone,
Our hearts are so cold.
What did we become?
It feels so strange now,
Like it's not about us,
While we just pretend
To be something we're not.
Does anyone care?
Never saw it done,
Stopped to hope,
To belive he'd come.
Where will this end,
And when did it start?
I still wonder,
While you are not.
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[Dark] Life
PoetryLife is the most inspiring thing of all. It brings forward the best and worst of us, makes us cry and laugh like nothing else. Life includes everything we can imagine and is therefore the only thing a poet will write about. This is a collection of...
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