Inequality of Life

 

Why does vanity so often accompany death?
If I died tonight, would angels sing their pleasantries?
Would flowers and gentle words caress my gravestone?
Refusing to accept fate is the only path worth treading
Though there is a certain courage in being blind and oblivious.

The hope within our souls eventually trumps despair.

What is it about this ugly yet beautiful world,
That allows us to smile through a mask of tears?
Tomorrow is a day of uncertainties and inequalities,
Like the land we live in: illogically flawless.
Poetry of the soul isn’t a rhyme or riddle
It’s a language, a passion, a book waiting to be read.
That is the secret to this life.
Hope for tomorrow
Tomorrow, though improbable, will be better than today.

Author's Note

Concentrate on the message, not so much the form

Reviews

[Iretex2012]

great write