If fate opposed is useless, what great need
is there to challenge dark despair's great power
when spirit dies, and soul, mind, body bleed,
as hope wilts like a melancholic flower?
When lungs give way, and breath begins to drown,
should life and existence now become jointless,
so glory and fame (marks of the renown
that laud their pride) be futile, vain, and pointless?
But sculpting songs transforms life's dreadful deluge,
as odes calm a tempestuous, mental clime,
like a moored buoy that delivers refuge
through this apocalyptic end of time.
So, brooding minds therefore must all beware,
lest deep truths lead to bottomless despair!
Categories:
jointless, art, depression, fate, life,
Form: Sonnet
if you keep your head up and stay strong
then the life you live will be lived long
it may not always be happy and sometimes it will be wrong
but keep your music going, and dont end your song
keep on fighting even when it seems pointless
and your soul and mind feel stiff and jointless
pick your chin up and look around
just keep strong and stand your ground
Categories:
jointless, encouraging, uplifting,
Form: I do not know?