So as I’ve now posted a few poems I wrote in the past I come to realize they all seem so angsty…oh well I like to think they’re all pretty all right nonetheless
The world ceases its journey for no man,
Time does not stop its lingering grueling march,
The past does not seek to accommodate anyone,
Unforgiving - the great torturer of men’s souls!
The Universe expands never thinking of our goals
The brains passages are corridors where one could get lost in an eternal abyss.
Wrong turn! Stop! It is done.
Darkness with no end in sight…to wait for time.
What a fitting end to be left in the flames.
Like a moth that knew no better.
A soul unworthy.