best to be the viper

What is precious? What is priceless? Everything ive ever thought belonged to those words has been lost or taken. Is nothing but the gods themselves sacred? Many nights i stare upon the stars and wonder what it looks likes in their worlds. The marvelous possibilities where everything is precious as gold. I pray endlessly for relief and yet i find only battles to fight. A warrior from birth am i even allowed to get tired of the fight. The wars and the blood. The pain caused. Voluntary or not its there in every one. Winning isnt everything and sometimes bravery isnt what it seems. Look the darkest demon in the eyes and fight against it and survive. Perseverance is the only form of endurance to really reward. For achievements are like papers and cardboard. Just as they are given they can be taken. Always be careful what you strive for. It is in the darkest hour you realize what it is you need instead of everything you thought you wanted. Reach for what is practical and come up empty handed. No love shared, enemies become company and only friends keep the lonely away. True ones are hard to find. Hold tight to those you have. Nothing can compare. A never ending battle serving lifes vicious cycle. Best to be a viper in the grass than the bunny eating it.



Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2017-05-13 at 20:02

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Kathy Lockhart
Such power in your words. I am reading you.
2017-06-11