Sometimes
The continual death
Makes me wonder:
Is life only a single breath?
A breath that is held
In the cruel clutches
Of something that brings hardship
To all it touches
Emotions always swirl
Anger, hatred, fury
Jealousy and judgment
Making the world your jury
This single breath
It never seems to leave
A weight on your shoulders
With a nature to deceive
Until that wrenched day
When all you know
Begins to mournfully grieve
When the breath does finally go
And take its blessed leave
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
Sometimes
The continual death
Makes me wonder:
Is life only a single breath?
A breath that is held
In the cruel clutches
Of something that brings hardship
To all it touches
Emotions always swirl
Anger, hatred, fury
Jealousy and judgment
Making the world your jury
This single breath
It never seems to leave
A weight on your shoulders
With a nature to deceive
Until that wrenched day
When all you know
Begins to mournfully grieve
When the breath does finally go
And take its blessed leave
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