We Live What Needs to be Lived
This Thing Called Life
Was life even intended to be lived?
All the rollercoaster rides we face each day.
Were people meant to handle all this?
Violence, sadness, but then the flowers of May.
Why all these sorrows and distress?
Some see all darkness but…
One second of the light in a day.
It's just all a big mess.
It seems all too unreal…
But sometimes very clear.
Life is corrupted not far but near.
We smile to keep smiles.
We need to keep smiles for a part of fashion.
We live even though living might not be fair.
The dead once lived but they're not here.
This thing called life…
It has to be here not there.
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Dream Log #9
This was a dream from last which I think was triggered by bumping into somebody I used to work with. She has retired from the care home I used to work with. I feel a bit too exhausted to try and make this short dream to make it over the 600 word count requirement from Vocal, so I will convert it into a poem so it will will automatically pass the filter and I feel like writing a poem because the imagery felt nostalgic and daunting at the same time.
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