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.