Life
When I wake up,
what I feel is hatred.
I don't know it's hatred for what,
But perhaps I will someday.
I don't know it's hatred for what.
How life is? Or what life is?I don't.
But should we really hate life,
Because of what it is?
Should we really hate life because of how it is?
Life was created to challenges and if
They weren't there,I don't think the life metamorphosis,
Would be what it was meant to be.
What it is today.
Complete with no mistake.
Copyright © Nderitu King'Ori | Year Posted 2012
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