To Understand It
It is eternal,
this feeling
that so consumes
the very soul of man,
the undying
prophecy of admiration
and of desire.
It is evil
in its very goodness
as it controls,
not thought
for that is lost,
but the depths
of men themselves.
It lets you die
but yet provides
the inspiration
for rebirth
and days anew.
It kills
the weary soul
as it weakens
it even further
yet strengthens
it in return.
It is love.
It is everything
that living
is based upon,
yet a reason
to die.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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