New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

all right
is plain and simple
accept adjust agree
repair is not required here
make good

Make good
on your promise
to continue reaching,
stretching, achieving.... Do this for
yourself.

yourself:
be true to you—
never lie to yourself—
living delusions causes despair—
why hurt?

Why hurt
another when,
in the end, you only
damage the spirit within you?
Be kind.

Be kind
and patient with
your soul, it knows not how
it troubles you; wrap it close in
comfort

comfort,
you have found me,
I stopped to rest awhile,
rain in my eyes, dust on my shoes,
why now?

Why now?
I just started
my well made plans to live
my life to the utter most hi.
Now death.

now death
you sneaky thing
get your dirty mitts off
it surely can't be time to go
is it?

Is it
within your soul
to help another live?
Will the soul of humanity
survive?

survive
gather the sticks
to start my heart on fire
so that the searchlight can see me
rescued

rescued
from hermit life
I have found new reason
to continue life and write my
poetry

Poetry
revives my soul...
a reason to put pen
to paper... (fingers to keyboard?)
Write on.

write on,
until day's gone
until night drapes its cloak,
over day and darkness, light, soak
all's black

all's black
that has no knack
lead the blind out and back
if we can't give the light to you,
then who?

then who?!
You thought this through?
Light's found when your heart's true,
who can find it other than you?
adieu.