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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