Life refuses
The Medicine I need,
Shoot it up
Straight into my artery.
There’s one key
For this cell,
Which all paths lead
To my burning hell.
I’m surrounded by
The flames of life,
One day I’ll fail
To survive.
Life imitates
Works of art,
It won’t paint over
A blackened heart.


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10 Responses to Inevitable

  1. mihrank says:

    Without change there is no innovation, creativity, or incentive for improvement. Those who initiate change will have a better opportunity to manage the change that is inevitable.

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  2. M.T.B. says:

    Do you sell any books. I am in a dispute with a publishing company over publicity. What is your monthly viewership? Do you have a lot of Facebook friends? I do not mean to be technical but I was curious if you could share a little info.

    Kind Regards,

    Max Baumeister M.T.B.

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  3. simonfalk28 says:

    “Life imitates works of art” – such a clever spin on art imitates life. Great observation. Makes us think πŸ˜€


  4. Rajiv says:

    You have a black heart?


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