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Why Is It That We Still Live? by Eric O., 707

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[My inspiration for writing this poem was “Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow” by William Shakespeare. My writing is meant to acknowledge the negative side of life and the world, and to show how it could sometimes be viewed as such a dark and terrible thing.]

Life is full of pain,

Full of darkness,

And full of hate.

We are here just to be tortured,

We are here just to suffer,

Then die.

When darkness is everywhere

Why is it that we still live?

 

Why do we believe?

In a sliver of light.

Why do we think it can save us?

It will be devoured by darkness,

Just like our lives,

Our hopes,

And our dreams.

Why is it that we still live?

 

Our creation was only for the amusement

Of more powerful beings,

That we could never

Hope to receive mercy from.

Our destiny is just more suffering,

More Death

Why is it that we still live?

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