Unequal Existance

In life we lose a lot along the path to gain what we can through hard labor and hours poured over the gains of others. Hard labor isn't always beautiful, but it does strengthen our resolve.

Life and death
The morter and pestle
Of our existance
Is always grinding
Grinding away the granules
Of times sand
Becoming powder
Blown away by gusts
Gusts of others time passed
And time given
So on goes this dance
Beyond the dunes,
Of the mirage
Called equal existance
Where in death
Our bodies continue to work
Vested
To continue giving
Feeding
working in and out
Of a land we break for
Live and die for
Till we are forgotten
Beaten down by tides
Of broken dreams
And decimated hopes.

Author's Note

This is a darker piece of writing, but life isn't always so lovely.