Weltschmerz

Some break free to edges budge.
Most stay mired in bubbling sludge.

No more pulled by skyward glance.
Thoughts beyond, a happenstance.

Solemn sweet to think of past.
Ties that broke when life pulled fast.

Occupied with this life’s work.
Pressure held by tombstone’s cork.

Thoughts waft by of those released.
Lost by time, survived, deceased.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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