Sunday, November 16th, 2008 | Author: stuart

Why do we carry on
In a world that does nothing but grieve
Like a jilted lover, seeks revenge
On the one that moved along

Why not just give up hope
On a world that does nothing but mourn
Like a weeping widow, gives up life
And surrenders to the grave

Why do we keep going back
To a world that skulks along
Like a teenage tantrum, mopes along
Inflicting it’s misery everywhere

Why do we give the second chance
To a world that does naught but whine
Like the cussed cur, snaps back
At the hand that seeks to help

Drink to get drunk
And rejoice
For the end is near
And in it is no fear.
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Category: Poetry
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