Anthology poem
Standard of life still same
Only people who have change
A changed time, a society broken
Even to themselves a denied truth
A world of mortalities do they exist
A time forgotten like an ancient world
Living of a world, existing in our own
What is it life offers except to live
The heart, the main artery to breathe
Love of a being even from its depths
There's a quietness exist in darkness
Among the living, running in silence
Hiding among the ruins of our depths
I search deep for the light within myself
I hear your soul whisper through the smile
A silence of peace I feel in darkness life
What is it we live but do not enjoy the inspiration
It is one's morals taught that we learn respect
Experience we learn that we grow to success
Not by one's question our ability to live
Or question who I am that I live life
But it is only that I believe my eternal being
That I answer not but to God and myself my journey
To live and be free, a soul naked beneath eyes
Reach, the heavens blue sky fall beneath
thou journey unforeseen story
I am me myself my portrait paints, not
the pain I suffer my eyes
My belief I can be anything I desire
It is who we are that we identify
A being of circumstance of emotions
We grow becoming part of a world
Change, day by day the journey leads
Rather life or soul, battle rages
Birth of a nation of many ethnicity
We're taught to love thou neighbor
As we would ourselves, do we not
Reality to realistic meaningful life
We love for many different reasons why
Is it cause good always prevail
That we love more than we hate
What is it that makes us want to love
What drives this being of such existence
We truly want to be all that is
To be better person we portray
Not hidden behind wall invisible
Eyes of the world, seeing is believing
Be true to yourself as well your heart
Til death do we part last breath
That in our own we struggle existence
Trying figure what makes us instead purpose
What is purpose but a dreamers life
One soul thriving to be a part
Obscure from a world of deception illusion
Reflecting soul, costume of many imagery
We can be many things but only ourselves
can one truly be
Reflecting soul giving life in human form
Only being circumstances of themselves
We live portrayed greatest species ever
But do we live our full potential
Or waste it on a worldly being
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2024
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