Down Pour

 

Acting like you can take all the trouble in the world is like pride before the fall and I know

Better than that, I will not be upside down in a house without a roof. I will be a roof. And

For myself I can shelter me from the world and from the unending call from immorality

It’s a stage, a stage of life, full of fear and strife. And trouble often comes without justice

We are more than lost.. Because we will be found… but now we must find each other

But who ever said life was fair, survival of the fittest? In body or spirit? Lord Knows.

Without purpose we fail, but is purpose the purest form of denial

The secret to life is to stop thinking you can’t be beat but instead

Play that you are, and pray that you won’t be beat.

But who can wait for nothing forever…

I am lost in the down pour of thoughts

Every second I have spent is to be

Much Better at all the things I see

Yet at least I am sincerely me

Can we know how it ends?

Should we ever?

How can.

We all.

Get a

Life

?

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741