What You Make It Poem by nicholas edwards

Life beyond a reason is a cruel harsh misery,
a tomb of bewildered success,
cloaked in misfortune.
Pain that crushes your soul,
encompassing your lungs
to near brink of asphyxiation,
dying is not relevant to feelings felt
nor shall it be an option.
One must embrace the pain of success
knowing that misery is fond of happiness
hidden in the shadows,
waiting to devour your faith.
Ruins of the heart
will not be rebuilt but remembered.
For it is in our nature to want what we do not need.
Love the ones
who are unfamiliar to love itself.
Clinch the memories of past,
fearing the loneliness of the future.
Sadly life is an illness with no cure that we still dare to fight.