Stop In Awe Poem by Ghost Legend

Have you ever stopped in awe
At just how lucky and disgraced
We are?
Seas of faces barge in bars,
Selecting poison, coitus—
Lives of choices
Scarred.

Those alone are not the only tarred,
Set alight, marred by the world.
By far, accompanied folks disarm
Themselves for being held in arms
And told,

“That for all of life's lovely charms,
You're the one worth knowing well.
I'll be rough, even if it causes alarm—
You're worth being damned to Hell.”

We watch, stop, and search
For life's frenzied farewell,
Even though it's all dirt
Surrounding an empty well.