Why

Why do we cling to life,
For the tributaries of our brain.
Will only let us down again,
Why strive for perfection.
There's always someone,
Waiting in the wings,
willing to stab you with a knife.
I've known this truth,
All of my given life.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-19 at 00:30

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, I agree with Arquious.... save for Hope... and maybe, just maybe, for fear of the alternative? Your poem describes a horrible truth, and without Hope we would have nothing and no purpose.
Allen
2022-10-19


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Probably because there is hope, ever living at every turn and that is enough to cling on and live!
2022-10-19