Letter to Life...?

Question:Dear Life,
Where is the forgotten sernity and the loose imaginations that used to color our world. Is it only I who sees the pain or do you life see it also. Has the one who walks alone never felt alone?
Dear Life,
I found your biggest weakness walk through the doors of hatred. The soul of an enemy is one who rest in a bed of anger.
Dear Life,
Is Joy only a motion to you, a poor gesture that seems to take every last thread of physical strength this world has left. Are we filled full with empty eternity.
Dear Life,
I'm beginning to think of life as an unbound friendship granting nothing but pain to the world, when will the hunger for power subside, when will we live in peace?
Do you live for life or does life live for you?
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What do you think of this pome? Do you feel this way torward life?

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Dear Life,
Where is the forgotten sernity and the loose imaginations that used to color our world. Is it only I who sees the pain or do you life see it also. Has the one who walks alone never felt alone?
Dear Life,
I found your biggest weakness walk through the doors of hatred. The soul of an enemy is one who rest in a bed of anger.
Dear Life,
Is Joy only a motion to you, a poor gesture that seems to take every last thread of physical strength this world has left. Are we filled full with empty eternity.
Dear Life,
I'm beginning to think of life as an unbound friendship granting nothing but pain to the world, when will the hunger for power subside, when will we live in peace?
Do you live for life or does life live for you?
**************************************...
What do you think of this pome? Do you feel this way torward life?

Sometimes I have felt this way. I can see where you are coming from. I like your poem.

Yes, I actually have felt this way about life, I hope you do not ever feel this way, it is a very horrendous feeling to have.
The lines"I found your biggest weakness walk thriough the doors of hatred.
THe soul of an enemy is one who rest in a bed of anger. "
Very sad but true as to the real feelings of some.
I like your poem.