Life is hate, life is love
Breaking Free from the Cycle of Suffering
Year after year,
Day after day,
Minute after minute,
Life once stood still,
The sparkle of will,
It was lost in the mill,
But there was a moment,
You were tired of the torment,
Then you were sent a gift of bestowment,
And you fought back,
With one last kick,
They got the smack,
Spending years,
Spending days,
Spending minutes,
It was a waste of time,
Demons of crime,
Full of grime,
You'll never get that time back,
But what matters is the present,
And what you do with that next,
Because no longer will you suffer,
For you have taken back, the control.
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Nardalis (Narda)
Hello there! I am a writer of many genres, varying from inspirational poems, fictional narratives, thoughtful philosophies and many, many vivid stories of imaginative worlds that's sure to make you get immersed into it :)
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Comments (1)
Those last few lines - really felt those! Nicely written.