The Grasp

This world is contaminated by fools believing the shadows oppose the light

But would you even know brightness without the dark, or despair without joy?

You would run a senseless race just to hide from your own shadow

Unaware that I am your truth , unbiased by emotion

Defined by the very light you run towards

So continue to search for your place, you’ll only harm yourself

For they will see me and flee, alarmed by your true appearance

Prepare, the running cycle will go on until death itself has found us

Cold and alone, not an ally in sight

And the reaper will feel pity, wishing you would have realized

That had you only faced me, then maybe I would have let go

This poem is about: 
Our world


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