Life is destruction
Like a glacier to a mountain
Like a volcano's blast
Like tornado's cruel whip
Like a scathing remark
Unstoppable and Uninterested
Smashing, crashing, and lashing
Laughing while you struggle
Prometheus without the metaphor
Literally struggling through
Literally unable to cope
Literally all alone
Until the bleak, black, blistered,
Bashed, Banished, Blindness
Fades into bright light of sunshine
A welcome sight to sore eyes
To sore ears, mouths, and noses
To sore hearts, minds, and souls
Too sore to reach out
To grasp for the sun like a final breath
To overcome the scars, scabs, and scrapes
And as the sunlight fades away
The creature, product of this world
Sinks, crawls, and curls
Into a ball at the corner of existence
With its dying, agonizing, and brief
Hollow and rattling breath
Chasing away the rays of sun and happiness
And closing its eyes
Its heart, its mind
It accepts the darkness as its own.