There is no merit in objects
I hope you need not such things
With nothing but survival
The birds still sing
There is a different joy in learning to live
Such happiness comes not from a single material thing
Hold still this sunshine
Hold still this smile
May it be frozen upon my face
The nightmares of old still trail behind
Watching
Waiting for me to fall
But the sword that is my heart remains sharp
And as long as it’s glorious song plays
I will never again fall to such dark days
Through the perils of time
One thing will always remain
Survival
The basics of all living things
No matter what evil falls upon us
There will always be a certain joy that no one can take
In the darkness
There will always be light
A ray of warmth that comes from just being alive
From having a chance to move forward
From surviving one more time
– Sampson The Poet
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Paul Sampson Jr
Father - PoetPoetry started for me when I was 15 as ventilation for my depression and anger. Over the years I've been trying to mold my writing to be more motivational while staying very real with my potential readers.
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