Life isn't fair, some may say Sometimes it just gets in the way
Life is neither fun nor fathomable When toleration has an end
Dark holes and blind corners Ready to give you a black eye
Life is strange in a demented way The occasional muse might say
To me it is experience Experience of both light and dark
Joy and ecstasy one moment Pain and suffering in contrast
Tragedy abounds, yet we persist I am strong; we are strong
I hate this duality; this entropic loop Like I'm always jumping through hoops
C'est la vie, some might say In a most demented way
Sanity shredded until there is no more I am a shell of what once was
Yet we persist; we are strong I move on and I conquer
Darkness within; it defines me Defined but not controlled
Loss fades, I know and say To become happy; I'm on my way Dans la douleur, dans la souffrance, dans la vie
Couldn't post for a while, and I was keeping a file with all the poems for inktober that I would post when I could, but my computer crashed and I lost them all. Then came the depression. Oh, the depression. It's been a really demotivating week. Now I have this, and y'all can have it too.