Many days passed
And now, things seem to be vast.
We paint a picture, small and still,
But its uncertain, we need a drill.
As I lay not dying,
Not the book some are reading,
I see a vision.
I feel something, perhaps, confusion.
I lay here, alive.
But I see them, attempting to survive.
Now once again, life revealed itself to me
But still, its God's Grace that reaches humanity.
I have it.
Unlike them stucked in a pit.
Realizing this should not produce grief
But be selfless like a stiff.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Many days passed
And now, things seem to be vast.
We paint a picture, small and still,
But its uncertain, we need a drill.
As I lay not dying,
Not the book some are reading,
I see a vision.
I feel something, perhaps, confusion.
I lay here, alive.
But I see them, attempting to survive.
Now once again, life revealed itself to me
But still, its God's Grace that reaches humanity.
I have it.
Unlike them stucked in a pit.
Realizing this should not produce grief
But be selfless like a stiff.
Kind of a divergent based poem. Only at the end. Hahaha.
