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What matters anymore?
When I am trapped inside this vicious cycle of life,
When time and age have lost significance,
When the world is bright with colors and all I see is in gray,
When my reality crashed like waves upon rocks and slipped through,
When my dreams abandoned me halfway?
What matters anymore?
When a human loses themselves to days and years forgotten,
When among their darkest demons they do not shine,
When amid the light they do not feel?
What good is a human without a heart in use?
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When I am trapped inside this vicious cycle of life,
When time and age have lost significance,
When the world is bright with colors and all I see is in gray,
When my reality crashed like waves upon rocks and slipped through,
When my dreams abandoned me halfway?
What matters anymore?
When a human loses themselves to days and years forgotten,
When among their darkest demons they do not shine,
When amid the light they do not feel?
What good is a human without a heart in use?
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Literature
Does it bother you?
Does it bother you
That I am incomplete?
An empty shell
Left behind
Utterly weak.
Does it bother you
That I am broken?
Scattered pieces
Endlessly lost
Never to be spoken.
Does it bother you
That I am defeated?
Lost to the world
Forgotten by all
Forever to be repeated.
Does it bother you
That I am lost?
Forever wandering
In the shadows of life
A whisper never to exhaust.
Does it bother you
That I am enslaved?
By my memories
And darkened thoughts
A soul never to be saved.
Literature
The Brilliant Artist
Inside a new idea takes flight. Then outflows this vibrant sight, that fills my soul with such delight. Now here, I see a vivid light, and know its master is as bright. Here I witness an artist’s might!
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For a Beloved Friend, A Blessing and Funeral Poem.
When the road you walk is dark and shadows fill your dreaming head may there always be a glow upon your path ahead.
And may you always hear, even in your hour of sorrow, the placid singing of the spirited lark.
When times call for hard work and perseverance never may your heart nor soul turn to stone.
And may you always remember:
When the shadows fall and bog your path you do not walk alone.
May love and laughter always lighten your days, warm your heart and your sense of home.
May good and truthful friends be yours wherever it is you roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world with a joy that long perseveres.
May all life's passing seasons
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I like this alot its seems to highlight a problem alot of people have, that of seeing through life not actually looking at life. What you need to get through the day not enjoy the day.I think we all just have to find a reason to see the vibrant colors of the world. I like this very relatable.