At school one day during 5th hour English III we had to pick a random word. I picked the word vapor. Our teacher then instructed us to write a poem about that word that we picked... This was my poem.
Temporary, lasting for a mere moment; Only to vanish behind crashing waves. What impact exists from it? Were you substantial to a life? We are as such, you know. Produced by the crashing of a wave, Or the short aroma of spring, before vanishing into eternity. Will we be a mute vapor? Un-sensed or felt by society? Or will we be that vapor that lasts, That carries on, albeit in memory only. Like the dash on a sarcophagi, Who else, except ourselves and the almighty, Shall know what was there. Temporary, lasting for a mere moment. Only to vanish behind crashing waves.
"...But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind..." - James 1:6
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