Life.

For life,

there is suffering.

 

For death,

there is nothing.

 

But!

To live is to die

and to die is to have lived.

 

Mediums collide,

retracting...

 

SURPRISE!

 

The glass is already broken,

what else must be spoken?

 

When the grass is token,

the clouds are opened.

 

When the sun is dead,

there are no sunken

 

dreams...

 

believe,

 

reality is decieved!

 

Proper your claim,

to be a slave of your brain.

 

Walking with sticks

no wrist to convince.

 

Dancing with wolves

no food to dismiss.

 

Flying with no wings

no breath to cure fear.

 

Dead without life,

 

endless suffering until death.

 

Life without death...

an imaginable distress.

Author's Note

A freestyle poem. No editing...pure and clean.

Reviews

[KL]

Should be 'wolves' and 'no breath to cure fear.' Nice write.

[:)]

I like this free style improv, I hope you do this often it's very good practice.

I'm am currently infactuated with the last two lines, it's an idea worth pondering...

:) BAM!

[Jas Alejandrino Ramos]

impressive rhythm and rhyme of the poem!...i like the whole concept of this poem, i must say that this is a literary written poem....very well written:)