The Constant Worry
The constant worry
Of living for the thing that it takes to live
To live life is a dream to some because life is too short for others
For they have one or two years left and that’s just hooked up to a machine of wires,
that somehow supports life
But what is the whole point of living if your struggling
and suffering the pain and agony
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
