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[maybetinymaybesad]

A baby bursts forth from the womb
Destined to be both glee and gloom
Damned to eternal tug of war
That rips apart through to the core

Now I trudge on with leaden soul
While the bustling world takes its toll
I’ll shrink away into my cave
A worser fate God never gave

But my life’s not so bad as this
I do naught for my blessed kiss
I will not bow my head to weep
It’s comfort when I lie to sleep

Life’s end has pressing imminence
I must act now and not make sense
So when life strikes that fatal blow
I’ll not resent my time to go

Words stream forth from my churning mind
Into a poem, somehow aligned
The greatest gift bestowed to thee:
Some things remain a mystery

I’ll take up with fate’s fickle ways
Go with the flow; I’ll pass the days
Go crazy, but you have the key:
It lies in life’s fragility

Sensitive, creative galore
Just symptoms of a self at war?
The burden does not fall to you
I must know myself through and through

 

[smoothchili]

Props!

 

[maybetinymaybesad]

thanks. i didn't think anyone actually read it. every line is eight syllables. i usually dont write with such constraints but i decided to try it and i like the end result.