how wrong can things go?

how wrong can things go?

A Poem by Sawdust
"

every cloud has a silver lining

"

How wrong do things go?


So sad that heart is torn apart


How wrong do things go?


Such dismal that even soulmates part.


Smiles dead are never reborn.


Masks of death even living do adorn.


This wrong do things go.





How wrong do things go?


Such grave that even hope is lost.


How wrong do things go?


Such that in pennies  life does cost.


A shroud for herself life has woven,


And way of death is blissfully chosen.


This wrong do things go.



{but}



Do things really go that wrong?


For dawn always comes after night wrong.


Joy comes after grief eternal ends.


And life, a foe lives long as a friend.


Oppressed voices freely stand tall,


freed from shambles, for once and all.


No matter how wrong do things go.


© 2019 Sawdust


Author's Note

Sawdust
tell me your story of hard times.

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Nicely written, specially the part after "but".

Posted 5 Months Ago


So very true, we should all be thankful for our daily breathtaking reminders we get telling us we are alive and breathing. And until that final act comes to us all. We must embrace and feel blessed. Even in good times and bad.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Sawdust

5 Months Ago

thanks a lot dawn
Dawn

5 Months Ago

my pleasure shadow.
I like this poem. theres always a light at the end of the tunnel... or there's always a lesson at the end of a struggle.

Posted 5 Months Ago


This is such a powerful write here and so true. I think this is some wrong done almost every day that is why there is a new day to be blessed for.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Sawdust

5 Months Ago

Well said brandie

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Added on February 7, 2019
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Tags: inspiration, ironic, anticlimax

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Sawdust

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