ZionKnight Poetry

Life

I am the breath you love so much

I am that which you crave to catch

I am not to be compared with light

Yet I flash before your eyes

Some have said I am not fair

Yet to do away with me, they cannot dare

I am your will, your soul, your being

I am the reason why you live

I give to each a path to follow

Yet some loose their to dreams on pillows

I give to all an equal chance

Until I'm lost, not more than once

You bless me when all goes well

And curse me when I give you hell

None ever understand me

Yet all judge and hate me

I am all you need, your reason for existing

I am life, your most cherished possession

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