past poem

Description

When i am bored i write many sad poems. i wrote this one in the past.

Foreword

 

The Ocean of Life

life has been like the tide

it goes up and feelings are over flowing with life

then it goes so far down to the point of deprsion

each day this is how it goes

there is no escape from it

we are all bound to this pattern

and nothing can pull us away from it

as i have stated in past 

life is full of hurt no matter what we do

no spell or ritual can make you happy 

no prayer or ‘blessing’ can atone for life itself

there is nothing that we can do

but to block the bad from our minds

so as a stone will fall when released 

so will we in time of hurt

nothing is holding anyone here but their dreams…

… and as i say this i bid you a hopeful night. *tears fall*

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