Somethings are beautifully written but, hard to understand.
Only by those with the vision can see what is written, at hand.
Death is the ending of every story, wrote.
Our story. Your story. Mine or the goat's.
The Abyss is coming, a note unsaid.
Abyss can not be avoided.
No remembrance for the dead.
In scars that are broken, in breaks that are scarred
Fears that are open, open that are feared
In the end we're human.
Always shedding tears.
Reach on higher levels, never aim low.
Although, in the inevitable end it makes no difference
The time (illusion) we spend now it makes all the difference to you.
Don't waste what you have because tomorrow it could be gone.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust poems. Those of my own or favourite poets. Maybe a twist in(of) both. Poems of my thoughts,emotions and feels. Poems on what might and what has happened. Not all of them are by me. All rights go to the poems from the poets who write them.
