17.12.18

Hope

We are here for purpose. Fulfilled into darkness that surrounds us. 
If we knew the light
If we knew how bright it burns
Maybe we will learn
Maybe we will earn 
Maybe just maybe we will love
With gratitude for the gifts presented to us.

We have abilities
Lost in the abyss of mental illness
You will fight it
You will beg to die
We swear to you that's not worth tears to dry

We have answers
Some right in front of us some roads to take
You will walk it
You will break down and cry
We swear to you life's worth living don't ask why 

You will feel it
You will overcome the pain
You will recycle emotion
You'll need someday

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[alan peter kelly]

Welcome to this shadow of the Poetry Site that Writerscafe used to be @Azsa 🖋️🖋️🖋️

There is no purpose
beyond the one
we choose
to create
for ourselves.
The only emotions
I know these days
Zig zag between
man made walls
ninety percent
boredom
ten percent
rage and so
it went
and still goes
that
I closed
my dog eared
Uni text book
"emotions 101"
and threw
what wisdom
rendered moot
ten thousand
yesterday's ago
away
just before
I closed the door
on expecting
anything
from anyone
or anything
outside
myself.
I'm at the
stage
where all
the better days
are dead gone
Bunnings
shovel
buried
retrospective
embellishments
in the same grave
where I now
have one foot in
for past sins
and biggest
thrill for me
will be when
I turn sixty
and can get
on buses

free 🛃

towards the end
it doth quite
naturally
transpire
the simple things
that turn to blessings
and small mercies
when all else
has turned to dust

Enjoyed. Thank you for your courtesy and inspiration mate.