Lifes Mess Poem by Coty Markham
Lifes Mess
Life is ending at a slow and steady pace,
There isn't a single safe place.
Are you happy now,
will you be tonight,
or did puck rock get it right,
there is no future in sight.
Where are you at in this horrible life,
was jesus right,
is the devil behind the this so called wonderous light?
yelling and screaming,
yet nobody is listening.
Everything i ahve believed in has lied to me,
am i happy now,
will i be tonight?
why is everyone but me..always right...
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4/25/2024 2:11:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I recommend this for everyone over 21. So, I gave it an eight. Good writing and expressions and such. But this is more than that. This is pure philosophical void. A void which must be and will be filled eventually in every 21 year old man. Yes, I said man. A comment is not a seminar and I am not a professor. So find both, and soon. GW62