To Live

By Tara Nicole Walker

Whisper my life away

In your sweet breathe of sickly death

Small consolation to life remains

It ends

The hours upon sable hours

The days upon dreadful days

Full of need and passionate want

But rarely reception

Bleak nights and blinding days

Of too much truth to handle or accept

Ride your steed of insolence

It's the only thing will get you through

Match the world wit for wit

Then crown your king and bass it by

To rise above on clouds

Of no regrets and no remorse

To run the fields of wisdom freely

To hold the answers in the palm of your hand

and to seek out the ones you don't have


Is to live