The Art of Feelings

Go On

On those little days,
During those little times
Of grief and sadness…
Sometimes he would just wonder
Why the sun would not
Stop shining
And the Earth would not
Stop spinning
And the trees and plants would not
Stop living
And he would not
Stop breathing
Until he realizes
That try as he might,
The sun keeps shining,
The world keeps spinning,
The trees keep living,
And he hopefully
Will keep breathing.
Because the world will go on,
With or without another
Lost and lonely,
But grieving soul.

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