cycle of life

Mon, 12/11/2017 - 05:25 -- cook53

 The way a spark can create a fire burning bright so too can it be snuffed out with swift vengence

 The world is a cruel mistress with no allies and no mercy

 All those days you celebrate fortune you fail to recognize the coming 

 the coming of the end of the things you love

 the sweetness of life serving to create an ever more bitter taste in the end

 a bitterness so harsh one can not settle with id rather have than have not

 this bitterness comes for us all

 and soon we shall die

 alone

 cold

 the way we were born

 afraid

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741