Intrépide

Gale Of A Species

I am tired and confused
Hurt and abused
Wheeling around in circles
Beleaguered by freckles
Wounds cope by, trash lay lie
I can't go on
The word is prolonged
Sad is as sad does, fools go as fools pass
Love is a liar's game
Tires screech in.
This isn't my tale, this be shared
Emotions that begets fools' free fears...
They art to be alike
Life is too long to fall from grace...

Life will go on, as is told
The word be prolonged
Stash thou last heard designation
Stash it as to thy would remember how it felt
Beget someone to tell, like thy would beget thy to see...

Among the lights
Through the screens
Our lives are hid
The feelings art not to stay for evermore
And our odyssey won't be reminisced
Yet this heart is what we are of,
& yet these contents similarize our tales,
Of heroes and of fails
And of types and gales.

I am tired and confused,
Hurt and abused.
Wheeling around in circles,
Beleaguered by freckles.
Wounds cope by, Trash lay lie.
Sad is as sad does, Fools go as fools pass.
This isn't my tale, this be shared
Emotions that begets fools free fears.
These feelings art not to stay for evermore
And our odyssey won't be reminisced.
Yet this heart is what we are of,
& yet these contents similarize our tales
Of heroes and fails
And of types and gales.

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This poem represents our everyday quells and smallest emotions and the fight we put up against them. These fights inside our hearts and the smallest of outburst sometimes lead our smallest takes in our journeys. Some fail stay unremembered. Some win gets idolized. But hidden amongst the things that are shown in society are these feelings. We fight every day (to defeat the resistance) , some fall down, give up and just stick to the heavy soil. Some rise so high they may shine like the stars. And what makes us so much equal and what similarizes us amongst our personal differences are our hearts and emotions, the cravings and the dreams. The journey is wrapped up in a messy ball with these quantities. This ball makes us human.