What is the point of working for a legacy?
Most of one's life will be spent trying to build it
And when they inevitably fall into the icy hands of Death,
Their story will be shared with the world.
But to what extent has one dedicated their heart and soul for a moment of fame?
Compared to the infinity of time,
A few hundred years of glory may as well be but a second.
Someday, the world will exhaust itself of telling the same old story
And the hero of that story
Will have wasted their life away for nothing.
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
