We wander
In barren boundless heaths
No landmarks to follow,
Under the dark lifeless sky
No North star to guide us,
Alone and aimless in purpose
No fellow being to help us
We swim
Thoughts cloudy as the water
Waves salty as our tears
Uncertain where the seashore lies
To where our bright future is
And why we drown in the deep
And when we finally find
Ourselves high up
A bird's eye view
Of another one's hopeless journey
From the clouds we wail
Thunderous in our grief
Our wrathful lightning
And sorrowful rain
Tears of the heavens
For only when we are dead
Will we ever know
The greatest mystery we question:
Our purpose in life
And that mortal being below
Lifts his head up to gaze
His eyes reflect the stormy skies
Yet he knows not why
Still clueless about
His purpose in life
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Tears Of The Rose
PoesíaA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
