Life may be temporary
And what of memories?
Are they not to time defenseless?
With no lingering sign of existence
Do motivational statements hold
false pretenses? If we all pretend that
Everything we deem precious isn't
Going to slip from our grips the instant
When we make amends and face our ends
Was everything for naught, just to drop?
Like the remaining grains of sand?
I'm a skeptic towards the cynics
Every interaction that has ever entered into action
Crisp as prisms, imprints left imprisoned
Every breath that's formed, suspended animation
Life may be temporary
But every second spent living is forever a given
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Free Verse Poetry: A Wayfarer's Train Of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.
