Worth More

Come on with the

thunder, your cry.

In the sun revealed

is we die first inside.

Do you feel you’re

some kind of a god?

You pick a fast lane,

to give death a nod.

Faced you a demon

or two askew a real

feeling of danger it

overcome will heal.

At your witts end I

heard you explode.

Put down the angst,

so heart won’t erode.

Despair doesn’t suit

you but draws a cry

so all see it in mind

can turn into lullaby.

I hear you a friend,

it is hard to explore

all beauty it fades a

heart’s worth more.

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