In fragments these questions arise
Shard’s when touched soon vanish
What is beauty compared to grief?
What is joy compared to sorrow?
In darkness lives the promise of light

When put to rest; the past we banish
For you alone I am still here in pieces
In this sliver; time is all we can borrow
Splinters of another sanity creeps in
Held at bay, never trusting to show

Stoic Poetry


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