I don't want to believe
That the world is headed to a place
Of despair and purposeless being,
It makes me question
My daily struggles and if
It's important to be doing what I'm doing.
Is the daily 9-5 really our meaning?
Or is there more
Than the time life is stealing?
How do you see this life I'm seeing?
Do you believe...
You're nothing?
Do you believe that your life
Could disappear,
And what you have been doing?
All the lies that we hold in our hands,
We think that we will be fine,
When we do not know
What could happen next,
Or when we will die.
What about our life?
What about all the work
And friends you've made,
What about all the places you
Have stayed in?
Is all you want rememberance?
A legacy left behind?
But what about your afterlife?
Do you have an afterlife?
And how does this work
After you die?
Is it because of what you believe?
Or is it because it's true
There's something?
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War Underneath
PoetryWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
