A poem i wrote a few weeks ago for English
Routine
A question on the matter
On the point of life
No ones to find the answer
For this tormenting strife
When everyday mimics the last
It seems futile to stay
Yet to let a life just faze past
Appears just as wrong of way
Will I be the last one here?
And still going like before?
Or should this not stand a fear,
When I’d be gone for sure.
Although when I was strong in God
I never held a doubt
I never saw my theory flawed
Cuz I was on the perfect route
But now I know what I never knew
And I’ve got no where to turn
There’s no one left to argue
Yet nothing left to yearn
By Holly Pritchard
A question on the matter
On the point of life
No ones to find the answer
For this tormenting strife
When everyday mimics the last
It seems futile to stay
Yet to let a life just faze past
Appears just as wrong of way
Will I be the last one here?
And still going like before?
Or should this not stand a fear,
When I’d be gone for sure.
Although when I was strong in God
I never held a doubt
I never saw my theory flawed
Cuz I was on the perfect route
But now I know what I never knew
And I’ve got no where to turn
There’s no one left to argue
Yet nothing left to yearn
By Holly Pritchard