Hurtfull - Poem by Jana Courville
this life leaves us languid,
the excruciating pain it inflicts
upon us so innefficent.
only wanting to cease and devour
the turbulance strewn upon us.
what is there for us to be merciless?
NOT A DAMN THING!
unless of course you find your love
but then again, nothing lasts forever
there is always going to be a time
to say goodbye,
even if its when you are about to die
everything around us is deceiving
never able to trust
if something is REAL or NOT!
pondering your life,
all of the thoughts
just never recede.
keep growing only to anger you more,
make you more miserable.
whats the point in living life to die?
death is the only thing you can depend upon life though.
living shows you character,
when you look at nature
even its ugliness is beauty,
the only thing that can take
my mind away
from the troubles of the world
is nature, the world itself.
to watch a rose sear and die,
like the way ones heart
would wither and die
from a broken love.
so why does this life
leave us so weak?
if its all just wasteful time?
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