Untitled (for now, at least)
An Untitled Poem by Derek Edmonds
It's amazing how we choose to live
Despite the pain and suffering
It's funny how we like to think
That it must get better soon...
Perhaps it will, but I can't see it
I can't see beyond the pain
Would death really be so bad?
Wouldn't it bring sweet relief?
But no, I cannot dwell on this,
Can't waste my life so selfishly
And so I choose to live this life
And hope with all the rest...
A little darker than my usual stuff, but it can't be helped. I don't know if the poem's message is that life is futile, or that people are all dilusional, or that I'm just really depressed right now. Prolly the latter, but the first two options are possible, I suppose...