One of All

It is always too soon to surrender — A poem about struggle

Putting away the reach, with an unborn appetite. Time passing, watching the unchangeable tumbling, pursuing an accidental passion. Will the sunrise on the regeneration of the loneliest moment? A locked door. A leech that sucked the resolution dry. Weakness fusions opportunity and commiseration. None live forever. It is always too soon to surrender. Continue craving what the world never donates. We can only find light when in the dark.

Fight to stay when there is nowhere else to go. One life, one spirit, one enthusiasm, one drive, one inferno, one rebellion, one heart, one oblivion. When one of all is gone. The wild instinct is untameable. It will never be as good as it gets. Even courage started off as dread.

New generation and rebellion, deprived and interrogated. Cruel joints are worn away. In a skirmish for the forbidden victory. From a hope that will never change the world to a wound that bleeds for this world.

To be reborn within the freedom that has a voice. For passion to never be deprived the once in a lifetime moment.

The death of a dream in oblivion where the heart of rebellion is defenceless in the inferno. The drive to regain enthusiasm has the spirit to restore life. When one of all is gone. We remain strong enough to save ourselves. Fight to stay, for every day, we are more than a life that does not live forever.

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