Wounded Times

Just a random poem that I wrote about the world one day

From within the great mysteries of this world,
We find in ourselves something greater than we could have ever imagined.
Because it is in our hearts
That we find that even the deepest and darkest of holes
Are nothing more than shades of black that can be washed away
By the sense of passion that flows within our veins.

Darkness, however, is not to be taken lightly
For it is darkness
That forces us to bury our innocence in the soil of our sins.
Fear not change
For in the end it will be what restores peace to a world consumed by the sickness of mankind.