As the tears flow on
from irretrievable losses
and the hardship of incurable weird illnesses
that only cause unending sufferings for nothing,
there is some light of healing on the way
as something always is bound to turn up
alleviating pain and prompting your survival,
there is nothing like the human touch
of the sincerity of friendship
as it turns up in the hour of need
when all your hope was gone and you had given up
against the odds of the deplorability of human limitation,
as if death was something to accept and reckon with,
which it can never be, as long as you subsist
obnoxiously in obstinate persistence
never to give up what's your most basic human right
to be just what you are and stay that way
whatever happens and whatever tries to bring you down.

Poetry by Laila Roth The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-19 at 23:43

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