The grip of life can be a noose to a neck.
Searing, tearing into flesh, fresh
With newly birthed scars
Nursed by the constant pain
They result in.
~
But then,
Life can give you a break.
And wish- wash you into
Fantastical realities
Where darkness is a dark shadow
Deemed by light.
Where tears are a river
To learn to swim in.
~
Makes you wonder
if life was meant to be hard
And peace must be searched for
Or…
Life was created in bliss
And only we complicate it
With our easily darkened minds…
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Comments (3)
That first line.... and last line...
I think it's a little of both. Loved your poem
Dark and desolate and filled with powerful emotion!