No one is spared from the cruelties of this world
Some broke but some stood tall
Some weep but some took it all
No, it wasn't destiny or a crafty play of God
Us humans were each given a pot of gold to choose from
Depending on our own discretion we claimed the gold
The gold represented our ability to feel
The more you took, the more you feel
That is why some here can give a shoulder, without even a thought, to a crying stranger
And some won't even extend a helping hand, for a loved one in danger
That's the beauty and that is the reality of us humans
We all are greedy, just have different motivations.
DU LIEST GERADE
Withering petals of my hurting heart
PoesieA collection of poems that I wrote when my whole existence felt like a joke and I felt shackled by my own demons.
