Melancholy Happiness

Life may be still

Sometimes even ill

There is darkness in every corridor

Creeping up to redeem the souls of the restless

However this feeling should not endure

Because the grandest moments are formed through inner strife

Days in which individual patience may be examined

And every minute of every day is questioned

One must not fret over the smallest issue

Because even if all is lost

Life is the ultimate prize.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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