Suffering #poetry
I crafted the story
That I wanted to tell
With no thoughts of final sales.
I poured my soul
Into the pages of these tomes
When I am dead and gone
Will my words live on?
There comes a time
When one must forget
The dreams that did not grow.
There comes a time
When one must forget
A love that has grown cold.
There comes a time
When one must admit
They failed to grab the brass ring.
There comes a time
When I must admit
That all my work has only caused me suffering.