Harsh Reality

All But Three, Lost To Me... - Poem by Harsh Reality

No end to this tunnel,
A vicious circle.
Nothing has no end,
Happiness does.

A world full of lies,
Murder and cruelty.
Even the lightest feather will fall,
There is an end to us all.

Friends? Far and few between,
What is family? Blood?
Blood has the power to let us live,
Or watch us fall.

Tides turn; seasons change,
Hearts taken.
Watch the thief Squeeze it
till it crumples.

Drained life; dripping soul,
Betrayal of the greatest.
A switch, on or off.

Topic(s) of this poem: loss, sadness

Comments about All But Three, Lost To Me... by Harsh Reality

  • Kelly Kurt (9/19/2015 1:26:00 PM)

    That is indeed a harsh reality. Thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015

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