![]() End of DaysA Poem by IndigoshadowsIt's not that I don't care. It's that I'm done trying. I'm done researching and fighting. I'm done arguing and crying. We hope beyond hope, And we pray and we pray For the magic elixir That's coming our way. But there's no magic pill That cures all our ills. To live is to work As we work to survive And with knowledge is power --With that power we thrive. But unused knowledge-- It fills me with dread. Did you hear that faith Without works is dead? So it has been since The beginning of time. You have your choices, As I do mine. So my heart is more guarded. It beats, though, it's scarred. It cares and it loves Even when loving is hard. This love cannot choose The path that's for you. This is the hardest thing I know-- To love, sometimes, means to let go.
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