Man and the philosopher's stone Some wishes are better left unfulfilled An attachment to life or a trepidation of death Perhaps it's merely a weakness of faith The desire to prolong the struggle that is life Are aeons on earth even worth it?
One more day, one more month, one more year It is never enough For man is a greedy creature He always wants more Even when it is beyond the realm of the possibility He hopes for a miracle
The emotional conflict So gorgeous it is painful Those electric blue eyes It's all deception and lies Yet somehow they ignited unfathomable feelings in his guts That are slowly turning into an exquisite agony Man is afraid his love for life is slowly turning into an obsession
Ultimate escape from this worldly life Away from all the vice and violence Eternal rest will be indeed so serene, so peaceful Yet life is so **** beautiful Call it naivety or lunacy Man can't help but crave the latter
This is the first proper poem I wrote. Feedback would be appreciated.