The shadow of death
Hangs
Over every head
Even water
Left alone
Will disappear
Life is struggle
Survival
Unguaranteed
The spirit
Defines
All
All
Words sometimes flow
Like currents
In a stream
At other times
They resist
They resist
And I crumble
Under the weight
Of my pen
Life is struggle
Yet I
In my ignorance
Do not know
Where this road
Will end
So I advance
Just a little further
With faith
My lone companion
Though all seems unchanging
Perhaps mysterious fortune, awaits
Perhaps
I seek courage
To lead a strange
And magnificent existence
To work to alleviate
A poverty of the soul
To enrich the intangible
With decorous trinkets
Of creative gold
I take it in
To let it go
Except that which
I hold dear
Though pallid sickness arises
From the pit of my stomach
And time in this dimension
Only fades
The memory of this experience
Though fleeting
Reminds me
Life is truly mystic
To live long
One has to make something
Out of nothing
To create
Where there was nought
This page, this very page
Once empty
Now besmattered with thoughts
Weaves its own thread
Of inner life
And so
Another day
Is complete
And new life
Begins
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
The shadow of death
Hangs
Over every head
Even water
Left alone
Will disappear
Life is struggle
Survival
Unguaranteed
The spirit
Defines
All
All
Words sometimes flow
Like currents
In a stream
At other times
They resist
They resist
And I crumble
Under the weight
Of my pen
Life is struggle
Yet I
In my ignorance
Do not know
Where this road
Will end
So I advance
Just a little further
With faith
My lone companion
Though all seems unchanging
Perhaps mysterious fortune, awaits
Perhaps
I seek courage
To lead a strange
And magnificent existence
To work to alleviate
A poverty of the soul
To enrich the intangible
With decorous trinkets
Of creative gold
I take it in
To let it go
Except that which
I hold dear
Though pallid sickness arises
From the pit of my stomach
And time in this dimension
Only fades
The memory of this experience
Though fleeting
Reminds me
Life is truly mystic
To live long
One has to make something
Out of nothing
To create
Where there was nought
This page, this very page
Once empty
Now besmattered with thoughts
Weaves its own thread
Of inner life
And so
Another day
Is complete
And new life
Begins
1st February 2016
