Oh great Life, whoever art thou?
Soft yet cruel, loving, on the prowl.
Oh so cruel, so horrible to we,
Trapping us inside ourselves, calling us free.
The grass may be green, but the crop has gone black,
Our hearts still sink, our minds still snap
Oh great life, why can you not be clear,
Why are we pained, why can you not be fair
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A collection of personal poems
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