Life is unfair, a merciless snare,
it is a weight we are forced to bear.
A ruthless storm beyond repair,
a fleeting breath of borrowed air.
Many cradle hate in hollow eyes,
others cloak their truth in sweet disguise.
Souls sell themselves for a fragile prize,
countless hearts bury hope where innocence dies.
Several linger in silent dread,
others run from words unsaid.
Broken faces smile while faith has bled,
many lie awake with ghosts in bed.
Certain spirits break but never show,
others conceal scars none will know.
Many plant grief where sorrows grow,
and countless reap what they did not sow.
Notice the moon as it softly gleams,
as sunsets burn in golden streams.
Stars awaken quiet dreams,
while life slips by like whispered beams.
Time will not pause, nor will it stay,
it steals our breath and fades away.
So live with fire while you may,
for your page will turn one final day.
*Ş.Ü*
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Author:
Şenay (
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Comments1
A beautiful poem that preaches carpe diem a lovely sentiment
Thank you so much.
Yes, most people are not grateful for their life, because they see what they lack in life, forgetting how much they are blessed in many other aspects of life.
You are most welcome
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