How very short the years are,
along this “famished road”.
We feel the crushing weight of time,
Within our hearts and bones.
To dust we’re quickly rushing,
We haven’t that much time.
Colliding with the moon and stars,
Our thoughts do upwards climb.
We hold each precious moment,
As if it’s all that’s real.
The price we pay for living,
Upon this earthly wheel.
It’s here our souls are tethered,
By trouble and defeat.
The salt of life rubbed in our wounds,
Our reprieve will be to sleep.
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Tus palabras son maravillosas, siempre me quedo asombrada con los imagines que pintas.
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I can’t stop hearing these words in my head. This poem explains my need to launch myself into what may either be a dark abyss or a state of bliss. Why I’ve ignored my fears and choose to live full throttle, arms stretched out and eyes wide open.
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