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Living and the Dead
by Christopher ShinThe great design
is all that we can
strive and hope for.
We live each life
struggling to
find hope in it all.
Yet the darkness
and disarray sparks
and burns in our
clouded eyes.
Blue skies blur
and struggle to fight
it's way to our warm
beating hearts.
Death is sometimes
all that we can pray for
but the end seems to
give no answer to
those who worship
her feather wings.
Like love and all
things we are crippled
and hit with something
unnatural, but
we pray for the chaos
in the mind we share.
So we awaken with
dreams long gone
and forgotten to soon. 10/26/2008 Posted on 10/27/2008
Copyright © 2025 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/27/08 at 05:41 AM "Blue skies blur
and struggle to fight
it's way to our warm
beating hearts."--I really like this stanza. Probably, because I know exactly what it means. Heh. Great work, man. |
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