Ponder
2:05AM on August 16, 2008
Ponder
The many blessing of life,
Often unnoticed to many.
Continue on mercilessly,
The subterfuge is uncanny.
One might go on forever,
Unbeknownst to what they have.
Joking when they should not,
Weeping when they should laugh.
Perhaps a waking nightmare,
Would open their eyes.
Or even thick, black clouds,
Overcoming clear, blue skies.
And then an Angle appears,
With eyes like the sea.
Purging your thoughts,
Of devilish glee.
An iota of Evil,
Still remains yet.
Persuasively beckons,
That which begets.
What then, does one do,
Once solace leaves hence.
And the pain has commenced.
Look to that same Angel,
That pillar of strength.
To strive and endure,
For countless miles in length.
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