We the Poets

We are minions of destiny,
given abundant emotions,
to feel everything;
And trip,
on cords,
that are pulled too severly;
Keeping so much within us,
we are like the blue,
of the deepest seas;
Breaking points,
of civilization,
who will see,
it coming,
even before it was indended.
We will be missed,
when this world has ended;
And another begun;

© soulreserve 2015

(Thank you litglob for the inspiration and the conversation. I dedicate this poem to you) 

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