HopelessWrites

The moon always sets. The sun is destined to rise. And what if they don't?

There once was a man with a dark soul. His soul never could be enlightened, No matter what manner or trick was tried. The darkness soon enveloped this man, And his dark soul was no more. Emptiness attracts darkness. For a void has no light, And darkness is absence. It is a vacancy of respects. Darkness is nothing, yet its own being. No good or evil. No life or death. No wrong or right. No trying, no failing. No loving, no living. Darkness is nothing. Yet, how can something that is nothing Be nothing? For nothing is something. Is it not? Perhaps that is where the true beauty lies. For in dark void, there is no ugliness. There is no pain. T

See the sun wake, my dear, And turn your ear to hear The sounds of morning rise. Let sunlight wake your eyes. The sun sets, my love, All the creatures move To fall into their sleep. The moon dances skyward step-by-step.

Yesterday I heard a man somewhere Suffocating. But as I looked, I noticed I was completely Isolated. I decided to move a little faster, pick up the Pacing. Never did I know, it was my creativity Suffocated. I have a deep voice within giving me Inspiration. But I hardly hear him. Going too Fast All the time has killed my Imagination. One day, the voice will utter its Last. Then, my very reason for living. Will have Suffocated.

Tiredness yields empty thoughts. Desperation hearkens to risk, Its friend and co-conspirator Against our health. Boredom leads to empty musings. Complacency is a curse To the mind as it Wastes us away. Look for a new day, One with no darkness, Heaviness, or sorrow. Then perhaps fears will dissipate, And we will see A brighter tomorrow.