angstforless

The dusk was still and heavy, with darkness drawing near. My feet began to stumble, when I should chance to hear. The coming of a shower with lightning flashing bright. You could not see me glower, concealed by the night.   I stumble on more frequently beneath my heavy load. And wonder how I chanced to find, this dark and lonely road. The storm is getting closer now; I soon shall be quite wet. And not a car should pass me by, or even stop, I'll bet. But not far off into the dark I think that I can see, a pair of headlights cut the night. I hope they stop for me. The vehicle approaches now; a strange and awesom

The hurt that's deep, the pains we keep. Remove our hearts from harm. When passion's felt with fleeting feet we cry out in alarm. And bury love, a shallow grave; are we so afraid to live? To reap the pain, or rich reward, when our hearts do we give. Have no remorse, don't feel regret. Lethargy's not your friend. If life's not what you're doing now has your soul met its end? Don't close yourself, experience, a teacher to us all. For soon enough the strongest fortress meets its bitter fall. Surround yourself with emptiness; find out too late it's true. How quickly life, and all it holds, is swept away from you.