Life

A poem about life

The signs start to encounter me through the frozen trends of imprisonment

The bars of life are holding me back from the outside horizons

The trees sway with inglorious faith

As I am torn by the sheets wrapped around my waist

 

I run to the nearest shelter

But I am merely met by the reoccurring tiles of the wall

I swing dangerously to puncture the glued bricks

But I am suffocated by the broken bones of realization

 

What is this place? And why am I here?

The question is sacred like a secret being held hostage

Some may never know the answer in the end

But the most difficult sequence is how to reach the end

 

I look through the brass bars to see that the world is joyous

Playing and enjoying the meal of existence served to them

I lay down, weak and starving

Only to resist the meal they offer me

 

I don’t need the food of salvation

Its smell does not trigger my senses

It is only something that is used to control my thoughts

Only to spoil and rot over time

 

So as I lay in this decomposing jail

I don’t ask myself when I am going to get out

I can fully comprehend that I will rot here for existence

And I can accept that

Reviews

[Andrea Vargas]

I really enjoyed this piece! well done (:

very powerful write, there is truth to this as well, nicely written