As I let this lead from my pencil scream my silent thoughts,
wonder of something greater sits in the back of my mind
like the abused child in the back of a crowded room.
why must all love and life end without a warning?
The ones we love taken from us with no regards.
Life, like a shuffled deck of cards cant be predicted.
But as you truly believe your path is correct ,
your soon to be contradicted.
I fear the day my loved ones leave me,
wondering, will they ever again see me?
Is this life as pointless as it seems?
Life is what you make it.
In your mind is where you begin the themes.
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