Hi guys. This is really a jumble of thoughts that I have put together as a poem. I don't even really know what i'm trying to say and i hope its not too confusing. They all have the same vague theme. Tell me what you think.
Why does it take the worst
to free us from ignorance?
When pulsing all around our being
are the clues to our downfall.
Why does grim death know truth
and only he reveal
the haste with which existence flees
and leaves us hollow?
Why are we blinded by
our self assured clarity
and understanding of this mystic world
of which we know nothing?
Why do we choose the night?
When day shines brightest
and welcomes us while
the dark recoils.
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all of us have their own style as they say... wait a minute... how old are you? haha i'm just 16, and i feel awkward when i review people who are older than me... anyway... here's what i think...