What is living without pain?
That blue that can devide us...
And at the same time unite us,
For it is but all we have,
In the darkness that eternally builds.
And what is pain without loss?
When all the loved and hated,
Fall within the hands of fate,
Fading into memories,
From a happiness forever lost in time.
And what is loss without acceptance?
Of a world that's decaying...
Into a cespool of sin,
As the clever minds wonder,
If dying is Heaven but living is Hell.
And what is living without wonder?
Of the path that lies beyond,
And of the true essence of the soul,
And of the tests we're given,
To relieve our suffering is success is near.
Author notes
A poem about the unfortunate questions of life.
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