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Legacies In The Wake

About the damages, some do.

By Jason Ray Morton Published 9 months ago 1 min read
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Were it so easy to travel throughout this life of ours

The screams in the night not of our choosing

Lives aren't chosen before they've begun to end

None of us knowing ever what are our true powers

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Lives without the feelings sought of peace and love

Filled to the brim with such toils and pain

Seek not adventure is good advice, poor young ones

There's no guarantee to someday look down from above

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Nobody knows when suffering is your only meal

And no more feelings, none meaning you're hopeful

Think not of manly beginnings or the tasks that are at hand

When do we truly see life's real deal

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The not knowing of peace nor happiness abounds

Some bring it, and some create such chaos contagious

Spreading pain and misery in their massive wake

Never hearing the cries and whimpers soft sounds

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Within our souls carry we the voices of rains past

Stumbling through life's inexplicable transactions

Yesterday's darkness puts its fingers in today

And only the strong find the keys to the next in the last

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Unknowing are some to the suffering they have wrought

Unto this pain-filled world were they thrust

Still responsible for the viles of what they've done

But destruction they'll leave, which can't be forgot

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Make not others suffer along your tortured way

A high-priced debt for any soul to carry

The hellscape of life's troubles gets weighted with time

Live with the knowledge, without reason, some won't say

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Even hearts of steel do sometimes break

Your intrusive troubles burning down lives not yours

Killed loves of others, your endless legacy

While none in your orbit you care you put at stake

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Stop before time catches your soul's final breath

Have not you seen the torment on their face

Respect yourself not, but try those who have been there

Let not your choices cause another to choose death

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For then it is far too late

Even if one is sorry for the pain left in their wake

Mental Healthperformance poetry

About the Creator

Jason Ray Morton

Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.

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