Dont you just hate me
The burning of life
Still you chase me
Slyly named strife
Stay away I tell you
But yet you come
Sad and lacking too
Asking for some
Relief or a solution
It’s never that simple
All you see is the situation
Not the holes in your temple
Shattering roofs, cracking glass
How pitiful you are
But, not so fast
The answer isnt far
It’s actually close by
But, your rage blinds
Your eyes sting as you cry
The weakness of minds
You worry about the obstacles
Before they even appear
You say these aren’t miracles
Just delayed fear
Tell me child
What scares you more
The present mild
Or nevermore
DT 3/2/20
David Writes 