Words mix and mince. Changing meaning. Changing soul.
Words crown the prince. Always scheming. Always alone.
Pain is real. Pain is what we feel. Pain is sharp to the bone.
Life was dark. Life not what we wanted. Life was ours to own.
We follow our paths.
Paths we have chosen for ourselves.
Trying to live the best we can with the amount that was given.
We try to create and earn more.
Would you want more than one attempt?
Each of us gets only one. Some make a lot, some make a little.
Regardless of size, only matters what it was worth.
In the end we all turn to dust, our memory's become legacy.
In this we live forever. But we try to maintain our souls.
Keep them as young as we can for as long we can.
Anyway we can is fair game. Blood spilled, tears shed.
All in the name of life external. All accepted as long as we have results.
But our words change. Our meaning change. What once accepted, we now deny.
Does the soul, also change? Love lasts past all?
Is change, growth, and pain a natural cycle of evolution?
Or does our faith blind us to the reality of meaningless.
My bones my ache, my life may leak. I feel pain. Ever so quiet now.
Worlds change, university shifts. Though the soul never dies.
Enduring all time. Time endures all.
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
