What can I say to a man,
Who is to lose something,
In a way he cannot control.
What manmade words,
Can I articulate,
That will put his soul at peace?
If life itself takes,
What it pleases,
In an instant.
Without regard
Or mercy
For anyone.
What can I create,
To fill his heart,
With relief?
How could I,
Fill a vessel with peace,
Knowing full fucking well,
As a human,
I suffer the same condition.
To gain,
Is to lose,
Regardless of the outcome.
We will all be gone,
In moments,
Taken by the wind.
And so,
What can I say?
If as he does,
I suffer the same.
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PoetryThe purpose of this poetry book is one of defiance. Not to others, or anything in particular. It is against the war we wage internally, against ourselves every day. There is no bigger challenge in life than facing your thoughts, your true emotions...
