5 Haiku Poem

July 28, 2016
By , Everson, WA

Who am I to fly

wondering, wandering I 

find the road so slow.


Figuring it out

time is all that we have. Now

is all, death then.


What is the blackness

light guiding our way to peace

the end is nothing.


Not imotional

struggles, love all will be gone

posessions useless.


Still in life hold on 

try to keep, to leave a mark

moral, empty bliss.

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