Another Sunrise
Brought into the chaos unblemished,
built solid on a foundation of stone.
Predestined to inevitably succumb,
to any number conspiratal unknowns.
Fresh in the world I stood arrogant,
believed nothing could compromise.
Now that I’m wrinkled and fading,
realizing my eventual demise.
Have gazed on serenity of beauty,
witnessed fury from the hinges of hell.
Unwilling to voice my weakness,
but never my soul I will sell.
Bright my message in the beginning,
fading as time moves onward around.
But pride keeps me here standing,
though dreams of my defeat abound.
Many have wandered past me,
with vision that bore no fright.
Never needing simple guidance,
till torrents threatened their plight.
Standing here in this maelstrom,
joints screaming worldly demise.
One question I continually ponder,
will I witness another sunrise?
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