The plague.
The disease.
The sadness of the earth.
The cold.
The broken.
The challenged and the wounded.
It's come.
It's gone.
And it will come again.
But that's what makes life worth living.
For if everyday,
The same thing happened,
What would be the point of living?
I ask these questions,
For I do not know.
And neither do you.
So don't act like you know.
Because neither you nor me shall know.
Until the end.
Interesting. Very thought provoking, and, I believe, quite true. I liked the begining especially, but the meter deteriorated later on and the poetry aspect kind of fell apart for me towards the end there. But I like the story behind it very much.
ReplyDeleteYeah. I see your point.
ReplyDeleteHa...believe me, it happens to everyone, myself included.
ReplyDeleteReally???
ReplyDeleteYes, really. I can't count the number of times I've written something and not been able to come up with an ending that did it any justice.
ReplyDeleteHow about this.
ReplyDeleteI ask these questions,
In the hope that the world can be saved.
But ask yourself this.
Are we worth saving???
You're enhancing my pessimistness.
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