I entered this into a contest and it had a limit of 20 lines. Most of my poems are well over that, so this is what I came up with. Let me know what you think.
The first line
Is always hardest to define,
Just as the nothingness from which we were birthed
Is harder to describe than the eternity in which we are immersed.
We try to wrap our feeble minds
Around the universe, and endless times.
Yet we fall short of the task
In darkest darkness we still bask.
We wish and hope and pray,
Yet these are all just things we say.
We try to break the Devils' hold,
But Jesus Christ it's still so cold.
So can you see the wandering men?
Asking why, and wondering when.
They all but stop,
To look at the clock.
They've already lost,
And can't understand the cost.
So we trudge on
Simply waiting to be gone.
Is always hardest to define,
Just as the nothingness from which we were birthed
Is harder to describe than the eternity in which we are immersed.
We try to wrap our feeble minds
Around the universe, and endless times.
Yet we fall short of the task
In darkest darkness we still bask.
We wish and hope and pray,
Yet these are all just things we say.
We try to break the Devils' hold,
But Jesus Christ it's still so cold.
So can you see the wandering men?
Asking why, and wondering when.
They all but stop,
To look at the clock.
They've already lost,
And can't understand the cost.
So we trudge on
Simply waiting to be gone.
By Jared Lewis
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