Inequality of LifeA Poem by Passionbyapathy
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. © 2008 PassionbyapathyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 3, 2008 AuthorPassionbyapathyColumbus, OHAboutIm a writer, an artist, and a thinker. Im an intellectual, and love debates, so feel free to converse with me on anything. I love gaming and anime, both are good topics if you want to start up a good .. more.. |