Poems Written By Me

The End

The time has come,
The end is near;
Our scars and tears are cloaked by fear.
Those we thought were our friends,
Have left us suffering in the end.
The moon will soon eclipse the sun
And our God will know,
his work is done.



Where is the love-loss?
Is there no toll?
Here we will suffer
Until we grow old
Our lives will seem wasted
Amounting to nothing
Until we see ourselves
in the eyes of the new youth we have tasted
Forty hours a week
Of our lives we have spent
all in the name of earning a living
A living.
A living, so that in this world,
We may live our lives.
Lives so futile,
So pathetically small,
that they have no signifigance,
We're just a speck on the wall;
A bit of paint in the mural,
Spread out over the wall.

*More To Come*

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