Live, Fall, And Survive
A poem about pain, fear, and endings.
Realize not, for you know not what you really do
Suffering made worse by your refusal to forsake the bad
Time often spent focused on the depths
For you know not the evils you have done, or unto who
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Without care, you recklessly forget the truth of the world well known
With a childish indifference, you hold onto the past
Life seldom gives you everything you desire
For what you do get has to be made on your own
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Nobody diminishes the heartbreak you feel
Nor do they not recognize how you refuse to see light
Where it on your sleeve if you must
But learn the lessons you've failed that are real
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Failures do not end the daunting task of living
Growing time, it is until the day you have learned
Better to have tried and failed, than to have lived a life
But it is only you looking upon the sunrise so unforgiving
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Do you not see the pain of others as the world continues to spin
It is right in front of your face
Others may not even know you care anymore
Your closest, saddened deeply and lost, much to their chagrin
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Bleeding it out onto the world with no intent on better
Your picture you painted does say a thousand words
In the eyes of a stranger, they all feel to be now
Your back turns, never seeing their tears as their eyes get wetter
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Fear encroaches upon the one closest to you, young one
A sickening feeling of failure unimagined
Failure to make you into what you needed to be
Failure to help you fight the fights that couldn't be won
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But time, it does run short now
There is a strangely unexpected end in sight
And help you without your help, not one can do
For nobody but you can fix such an ow
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Time, it runs short and is fleeting at best
The challenge of remembering it's not always about you
You're failing what is at hand
As someone once failed their greatest test
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The reaper is coming, coming too soon for one who wants to stay alive
Now it's going to be up to you
The rest of the days for which you must find peace
A father will fall, his prayers only that a son will survive
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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Comments (2)
Enduring as Don Quixote to the bitter-sweet end.
This line stands out for me: "Life seldom gives you everything you desire." I learned that sometimes life wants to teach us something, but when we resist the lesson, we miss the opportunity to get what we desire, or it's not yet time for it. Wish you healing!