The midnight sky calling down to us
Like gods to ants. It is eternal, and limitless.
We have nothing to lose, and everything to
gain. We explore more and more.
The nature surrounding us. The power
of the world, the power of our destruction.
We break and burn, yet it always comes back.
The trees, the animals. They forgive, but we don't.
The kids playing. Talking. Living without care
or pain. Their eyes twinkle, gems in an abandoned mine.
They are the future, and a damned good one.
Pureness is a virtue, yet impossible to achieve.
Impossible, except for the mind of a child.
My parents, powering through the pain.
Hollow yet filled to the brim. Worked to
the bone. But standing tall and proud.
My muse and my motive. The are
all understanding and all powerful.
Until they grow up.
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Triumph Over the Soul
PoetryA Collection of Poems pertaining to happy, joyful, endearing, and empowering poems. It is the pair to "Cracks and Faults".
