This is my thought process through the end of a long time friendship and it's kind of about growing up, which I am still going through. So don't be too harsh, as these poems are pretty personal, I hope you can all relate and perhaps even add to this little bank of poems about growing up and finding maturity!

Considering the weight, of this heavy world,

Truth grips what would be stone cold,

Considering the height of our troubles faced,

Far more excitements so my heart raced.

Considering enlightment is not always found,

This isn't a weary road to which I am bound,

Considering the depths of the hidden sadness,

No longer are we trapped in a world full of madness.

The End

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