It dawned upon me, it is purposeless
To live and be alive with a heart in strife.
Teethering on the edge, limitations by trife
The world long forgotten before it's reformation.
It does not manifeast fear in my heart;
I am willing to be more than a catalyst.
My creations and values will not suffer
at the cost of obtaining my own self gratification
I hope my death makes more sense than my life.
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
It dawned upon me, it is purposeless
To live and be alive with a heart in strife.
Teethering on the edge, limitations by trife
The world long forgotten before it's reformation.
It does not manifeast fear in my heart;
I am willing to be more than a catalyst.
My creations and values will not suffer
at the cost of obtaining my own self gratification
I hope my death makes more sense than my life.
I will be the light in these dark times.
In order to have peace, you have to be willing to fight a war.
I am giving more than that for these children!
Request permission to use this poem