There are countless reasons to die,
It gets numerous every blink of a time,
While living a life seems grueling to compare
Something that we are forced to bear;
Still even a broken heart and mind
Can house a tiny spark to yearn
For tomorrow's blue expanse of the sky.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
There are countless reasons to die,
It gets numerous every blink of a time,
While living a life seems grueling to compare
Something that we are forced to bear;
Still even a broken heart and mind
Can house a tiny spark to yearn
For tomorrow's blue expanse of the sky.
Request permission to use this poem