Life is far too easy.
Well, far too easy to end.
I don’t need a single enemy
with having you as my friend.
What is happiness?
And does it exist?
Yes, but only in lacking
like in a scar on a wrist.
I’m waiting for my cure
from this disease.
Just waiting for something
to bring some ease
cause I don’t think
I can take much more of this.
Always falling from reaching
at my moon-like bliss.
Why is it so common
for a smile to be so fake?
In this reality, it just becomes
so hard to truly make.
No one ever said life was fair
and, if they did, they lied.
No one ever said they were happy
through every time they cried.
What never affects you
is no longer how strength is measured.
How long you avoid breaking down,
rather, and keeping off the pressure.
Cause it just doesn’t seem to get
any worse than how this is going.
And, if things are any more downhill,
I think I’d rather just not knowing.
Too long and hard:
how all of us tried.
Too long and hard
have all of us cried.
I’m tired of climbing this mountain
until my body gives and I fall
just to wake again at the bottom
hoping for no higher than to crawl.
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good poem tom. full of very strong meaning. i hope you are okay. we do need to get out and go for a walk one of these days....
back to the poem, like i said, its good and full of power and has a bit of somehting im sure all of us can relate to. just know, that if you need a helping hand, i'll give it. always.
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I don't know what your intended message was, but that's okay. What I got from this was exactly what I have been trying to say for a little while now but couldn't seem to put into poetic words. I feel this poem so much, thank you for sharing.
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