My imagination is my pen
My decisions are chapters
In the great novel called life
However, life is truly not a book
It is a long and enduring journey
That begins from the moment of birth
And ends when we refuse to carry on
What happens on this mysterious journey
Is totally up to you, so choose wisely
For life doesn't make you who you are
You make life what you want it to be
Sunday, January 17, 2021
"M"
A thousand battles.
A thousand wounds.
A thousand lost souls
With nothing to prove.
A thousand lives.
A thousand deaths.
A thousand tears
The angels have wept.
A thousand prayers.
A thousand dreams.
A thousand fears
Silence their screams.
A thousand bombs.
A thousand guns.
A thousand graves
Mark what was done.
A thousand clouds.
A thousand fireballs.
A thousand winters
Of nuclear downfalls.
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