LIGHTS AND COLORS
SPARKLED FOR ME,
BUT YOU SAID THEY'RE NOT THERE
BECAUSE YOU JUST COULDN'T SEE.
IT'S SO EASY T BLAME
FOR THE THINGS YOU DON'T DARE,
LET YOUR MIND AND HEART FREEZE,
TELL YOURSELF YOU DON'T CARE.
LET THE STATUS QUO LIVE,
WHILE POSSIBILITIES BLEED,
EVERY DROP THAT IS SHED
TURNS TO MILK FOR THE NEED
TO NOURISH WHAT IS
RATHER WHAT THERE COULD BE,
TO STARVE THE SUBLIME,
SO MUNDANE CAN RUN FREE.
IT IS WHAT IT IS,
SO WHY HOPE FOR MORE,
WHEN YOU CAN STAY IN YOUR PLACE
WITHIN REASON'S IRON DOOR?
SPIRITUAL BONDS
BRING ILLUSIONS OF PAIN,
DESTINY'S NONSENSE,
SO WHAT DO YOU GAIN?
NOTHING'S FOREVER,
YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO BE,
ASHES OR WORM FOOD
AWAITS YOU AND ME.
SO FORGET WHAT YOU FEEL,
WHAT YOU KNOW IN YOUR HEART,
YOU'RE JUST A DELUSION,
A MISTAKE FROM THE START.
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Author:
Lily May Emerald (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2024 08:15
- Comment from author about the poem: SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE THAT \\\"IT IS WHAT IT IS\\\" OUTLOOKON LIFE AND IF ANYONE DARES TO THINK, DREAM OR HOPE FOR MORE THEY\\\'RE ALL TOO READY TO SHUT THEM DOWN, RATHER THAN CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT THEY MIGHT BE RIGHT.
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
You got that right. But sometimes it is what it i is acceptance of what cannot be changed. Those individuals go on to change what they can. But many are as dark as you paint. Good job.
A most interesting message set to good rhyme
Great write
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