seeing deaf, hearing blind

Those memories won’t propel the future, Don died in less than 24 words spoken, In less than 24 hours lived he grazed the grace of time, To end up in a grave that was premature. The lie involving love and life is consistently incomprehensible, For we were too young to know of their existence in the end, The end still comes and we all die inevitably, I should’ve stayed on the school bus. I should’ve denied the move that would “better” the time we would spend in the future, I could’ve changed the way that time elapsed beyond the eye, My eyes are still blind. And I’m done digressing on my passion and the things I hold dear to my lungs, For once I have the pen and a story that could shape the men of tomorrow. The same sorrows you endure may not be temporary, a year from now, You weren’t supposed to win, you were supposed to survive. Surviving doesn’t guarantee happiness nor does it change the way your feelings fill within your mind. joy is broken, sadness is passionate, anger is irrefutable, fear is suicidal, disgust is a must, embarrassment holds envy, envy is gigantic, boredom wins in the end, and anxiety held the gun that was inevitably bound to blow. eternally, D.J.F ?