The Price of Life
#2 of poem
The soul that resides within this form.
The price for living in this world is pain and sorrow.
Etched into your very being by those around you.
They may say that they care for you, but it is all lies.
Speaking to you in caring voices, and yet full of hate.
They may say lean on me if you need to cry.
But what if it was you who caused me pain.
The darkness in this world so black and cruel.
No escape for any souls that get trapped within
Your legs burning as you run with all your might.
As my soul seeks out the last rays of light
Then you realize it is of no use.
Your will die here without any hope of escape.
Cursed to live in this world.
That is reality, that is life.