Ace Of Black Hearts
(indifferent Poem) An Uncharted Journey - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
I will not make this sacrifice.
Oh no not this time.
The pleasure of diamonds through the eyes.
Watch as the corpse rises.
Begging for the light.
But without a beating heart what would really mean?
To be alive, to be invisible.
Oh it is the search indestructible soul.
Never soured by the ages of world.
Let the generations pass on by.
Rising up with hands up in the air.
Trying to hold on for one more moment in despair.
Or maybe it is fear.
The unknown silent whims of the past.
Do they just fade away under the giant golden statues.
Why do they continue to stand as countless fall.
No emotion to shoulder at all.
Pestilence is so prevalent that I smell it.
I can taste it.
No it doesn't mean I have to embrace it.
Fault goes no further then the one who digs the hole.
So tell me am I the one holding the shovel.
A buried secret soon to be forgotten.
In the back of our minds.
Learning is hard and why would anyone want to go through it.
Those sediments are exactly what is wrong.
To avoid failure one must embrace failure.
Can we, deliberately ignore what should be investigated.
Poking and prodding.
Why is it we see experimentation as a waste of time.
Entering ones mind.
A lust for complete understanding can be so demanding.
Work that is so aggravating.
Don't tell me you are ready quit already.
And with that the dream has expired.
We will never know with thoughts of what can be admired.
The fire has been set as the stone marks the end of road.
After long travel one does get tired.
And your time has come.
Like the marching to the end of the beating drums.
It becomes another solo of silence.
Accomplishment is not only what you did but also the path in which you lived.
Why because not all roads have been mapped out.
We are all navigators whose destinations are still unknown in a uncharted world.
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