If life were a question
It would be most difficult to answer
One would ponder and think
And yet not be able to answer
The ink of the pen would not dry
And the parchment would finish
The sighs of exhaustion would be resounded throughout
And yet the question will still remain unanswered
...
If one were to be earth waiting and watching,
They would witness the battle of good and evil
They would befriend the blood of loved ones and embrace the evil
Yet still detached,
...
If one were to be the sky waiting and watching
They would look upon the battle of good and evil
They would befriend the souls of the loved ones and embrace the evil
Yet still detached,
Only waiting and watching
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Mammoth Book of Poetry
PoesiaMy collection of randomly written poems. Some maybe insightful, others maybe plain random, some may not even make sense. But nevertheless enjoy!
