A torrent of flames
Consumed by hate
A calming wind
Blowing into the abyss
Imagery alone cannot describe
This feeling that wells up inside me
Damaged, alone, scared and helpless
A tragic end to the beginning of something
No one knew was coming
Tears stain the blood red veins
Of my own passion dying
For love cannot save this tragic beginning
The enjoyment of a sport, can only be fulfilled
By the endless hours of getting lost within passion
Something so fragile, broken between the fingers of fate
Is it worth losing a few healthy, able bodies
Or would we get a vote in the matter
Like a rug upon unstable ground
We cannot fight a force whose strategy is to infect the helpless
It seems to matter not of those who it affects
But to those who are likely to be sick
The darkest days are still ahead of us
Will it ever end, will life be normal
Will the mainstream idiocy destroy us
To dream of a better world
Is that so hard to achieve
I think it's time to move on
From this dark abyss my mind stands on
This pillar is crumbling from untouched hands
Maybe it would be easier to fall victim to it
Once again shutting down and flowing with the wind
Or will this be a new happy ending
Darker times await
You thought this would be a darker tale
About how you can get through the toughest times
With nothing but a smile and a passion
Sometimes happy endings never happen
However, you can either dwell upon the past
Or look for a brighter future
Darkness always comes, but so does the brightest day
So, why not surprise tomorrow with a smile?
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Darker Past, Brighter Future (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis is a collection o poetry I've written for the last couple years and I wanted to create a book to not only store them in one place, but for others to read and enjoy. I've always thought poetry had to rhyme and have beautiful elements for people...
