What turns the ordinary
Into the extraordinary?
What is the alchemical
Formula?
How is it one will fall into
Despair?
And another
Finds the will to live
Or survive?
I seek to know the answer
So I can give it away
That our world
Will no longer be
The wicked and cruel place
It is,
But to be changed into
Something more…
Adversity is the fire
That forges the metal
Of our soul,
But the cruelty of
Our inhumanity
DOESN'T have to be
“necessary”
Does it?
“Necessary evil”
is there such a thing?
Death doesn't have to
Be terrible,
But no matter what forms
It comes in
It always comes…
One might even say
Is inevitable,
Maybe evil,
But it doesn't have to be
Cruel
Even if sometimes it is
Without meaning to…
Like a 10 year old boy
Watching his father die
In front of his eyes.
Death didn't mean to
Be cruel to the boy
Or the father
It was just his time,
And life is often
Cruel, bittersweet,
To die with ones
Loved ones
Than alone.
Life is a sexually
Transmitted
Terminal disease.
&
Death is the devoted
Lover of life
Who will always be there for you
In the end.