A reflective monologue on the hope and dream of a more assured existence...
my nobler mind; and sojourn here
without my soul's most meager joy.
Can discord's violence be near
my absent bliss to now destroy
my furtive dreams that are so dear?
I, a mild soul who lives with hope,
seek salvation from death and strife;
and struggle valiantly to cope
and thrive (as if my looked-for life's
beyond escaping from Death's scope
and the edge of his razor scythe).
It'd be more easy to just die,
than to live, flourish,—and so give
myself the gift of soaring high!
I engineer and thus contrive,
than let salvation pass me by
without a fair chance to survive.
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2021-01-18 at 10:08
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On Survival
Between life and death, I employmy nobler mind; and sojourn here
without my soul's most meager joy.
Can discord's violence be near
my absent bliss to now destroy
my furtive dreams that are so dear?
I, a mild soul who lives with hope,
seek salvation from death and strife;
and struggle valiantly to cope
and thrive (as if my looked-for life's
beyond escaping from Death's scope
and the edge of his razor scythe).
It'd be more easy to just die,
than to live, flourish,—and so give
myself the gift of soaring high!
I engineer and thus contrive,
than let salvation pass me by
without a fair chance to survive.
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
Read 339 times
Written on 2021-01-18 at 10:08
Tags Death Existence Life
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