There are lots of things to hate,
From having to wake up before eight,
To worrying about my body weight;
Because I had too much too late.
I wonder how many of you can relate,
& can't escape the mess they had to create.
But it isn't a bad thing to reach the silver gate,
By hate we get inspired instead of suffocate,
Take things into our own hands to shape our fate.
How else would we explain the need to change?
When everything stays the same, it just feels sad and strange.
Even my thoughts and feelings, I need to rearrange;
Otherwise I'm like a writer who got stuck writing the first page.
Without hate we'd still be stuck at the Dark Age,
Why would a bird learn to fly if he likes his cage?
Just like love and safety we need fear and rage;
We need to accept life has more than just one stage.
YOU ARE READING
Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡
