Life Is...

Emotional tragedies from personal experience, in a moment of silence, birth a flurry of sentimental outbursts through tears and a few simple and sad words.

Life is…

My heart and mind is a labyrinth of misery and despair, long before my birth.
A  place corralled  by the foggy mist of uncertainty.
I wish it weren’t so.
Yet I stroll long-faced and myopic never glancing back.

My head held high.

I search for an escape, looking for hope and security, not for tomorrow but for today.
To my dismay, I arrive hesitantly  towards a dying light, a spark in an endless abyss.
Where the hope, the despair, and the foggy mist finally burst.
Into infinite pieces, not for the very  last time,

It’s been my crime.

For I awake once more to the torture and pain of everyday living.
The price of being born.

Life is…

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Did you write this to listening to bright eyes or john moreland?

take a minute and let your thoughts come in a spoken word without listening to music that sets your mood.

Life is…

Heart and mind is a labyrinth of misery and despair,
long before creation
corralled by the fog mist of uncertainty and black
wish color is not of darkness

stroll long-faced and myopic never glancing
head held in existence

search for an escape, hope and security, for tomorrow but for this moment
dismay, arrive hesitantly towards a dying light, a spark in an endless abyss.
Where the hope, despair, and the fog mist burn.
infinite pieces, not for the very last time

a crime.

awake more to the torture and pain of living.
price of existence.

Life is existence to the life..given

life is..

*My take and understanding :)