Posted March 1st, 2018 by SilverMoon
in timately acquainted with the void
at this point i don't remember what poetry structure this is and im too lazy to find out but here's a poem!
This story has a happy ending, but that
cannot abolish the loss that has been felt.
Suffering of such magnitude that words fall flat
And one must live with the hand that God has dealt
La tristesse durera toujours, said Van Gogh
and life can be a terrible tale of woe
Life's a cycle of letting go and losing;
all is ripped away, no picking or choosing.
Made to be all alone in a world so vast--
the world can be a cruel and uncaring mess
and the future will often look overcast
But life is more than just a sea of distress.
One has no choice but to keep moving forward
or else be by the past forever tortured
For the loss and the pain there is no mending
and yet this story has a happy ending.
i'm really proud of my life of pi poetry collection (mostly bc i managed to write a good number of well-structured poems in a relatively short amount of time). There's three more that will be posted over the next few days.
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