My heart feels heavy
For lives that can be taken
So easily
My heart feels the pain
Questioning why we are born
Only to die alone
I question, I ask, I pray
And the only whisper I receive
Is to trust not in this world
But in an eternal one to come
Category poetry
Solace in Dreams
To Change (or Not)
Reaching for the Sky
Our Essence
Nothing matters
After this life has passed
Choices, choosing, living, crying
We are rushing to that moment
One moment when the cord of life
Is snapped and all that we are
Here and now, all that we know
Will be wiped away
Leaving our flesh as dust
And the life we lived
As memories in those that remain
Perspective
Reflection
Crossing Over
Motion
A ball is kicked
Changing the world from one
State to the next
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Motion.”









