"Unbeatable. Unbearable. No one could easily ease a persons pain
When not being literal, it is often defined as an endless rain
Sorrow. Despair. Some of the things we often endure
Making us question the thing named happiness which declared as a cure
There is a rainbow after a rain. Lies.
There is a rising sun beneath every cloud. Lies.
Anyone who defy rules of the word, cries.
And those who seek real truth out of truth, dies.
They often call me cold, I figured it might be better.
Of all the things, Pain is something that I've been enduring for... forever
Then who would be able to melt their coldness with just a pair of advice?
Something must change, to unfroze this heart that is cold as ice
We are here. But the time will come for us to leave, permanently.
We are undoubtedly living in this word with uncertainty
Not all who wonder are lost, usually said by someone
True, because we cannot hide the fact that maybe, they're gone.
But life does not end by just leaving
All of us might be here to do something
Maybe the change that we asked would not be done by someone
Maybe you are the key for this wish to be done
True. We are powerless.
But that would be the reason to us to improve, to strive to achieve something that we do not have
We are maybe called pawns when talking about chess
But pawns are the only piece that can rank up, nothing more, nothing less.
If we ever wonder how to deal with nemesis,
Be the nemesis."
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Tears of a poet
PoetryPoems. Just poems. But the author defined it as "Emotional compilation by a person that once believed that his life lessons might worth sharing for."