When We Are Forced to Bloom

lostmoon

Everybody knows how it hurts to grow up

Even though its passage hurts,

Nothing dares to stand in time's way

And nothing's safe from its tight grip

Everything must someday wither away

 

Every seed must grow into a tree

Or cease ere it gets the chance to be free

But no seed can eternally remain a seed

Without breaking through the surface

Or dying in darkness

 

A beautiful moment cannot be sustained

It will either pass or shift to pained

Nothingness, nevertheless

Holding on is all we can try

And once we see we lost

We cry

 

All the joy turns into past

Whilst but hardship and aging grief will last

As we're thrown into a world

Of harsh realities

And mighty cruelties

Given to us with no price to pay

Following no request

 

Merely thanks to nature's cold-blooded script are they laid at our feet

  • Author: lostmoon (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2023 14:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: Here goes my first ever publication!
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  • Eugene S.

    I appreciate your analogies. Well written piece.

    • lostmoon

      Thank you very much for reading and appreciating it.

    • Achala

      Present is always harder than past. It's well written.



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