But Now Poem by S.W. Clark

We have learned how to reject what was dearest to us,
And how to accept what we stood against,
That all was without cost, that only things accepting,
and to our appeal did we notice and delight in.'
But now we see the price,
and only things debilitating and of a conflict to us
do we hear or talk about to our disgust.
Our warm; tenderness has turned
to cold; hardness.
We cared not for our own souls,
but now we look for survival.
Euphoria was Utopia.
And feelings were forever.
But now, though, we have conquered our fears,
our emotions haunt us.
And to die with sanity and dignity would now be our only goal.
To die and let live.