I will stare down into the bottomless pit
Till I see a reflection in it
The abyss never lies
Only deceives the weak, the blind
When the body falls, the soul flies
The mind never dies, but rest it will find
Have I ever helped someone in desperate need?
Was it truly for them or my own greed
Have I ever really sown a good deed to reap in the end
Have I dug my own grave to sleep in the end?
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,death,grave,motivation