Existence

Wackyheartache4

My identity itself is folly,
The world is my pinball machine.
Life, it seems
Likes hurting me
I don't know how to stop it.
Serenity is ever lost on me
It swirls tantalizingly around
I fight, and scream
It's like surgery
I won't go now, I've lost it.

There is so much joy to be had
Where we exist employed to be sad
Nary a missed opportunity to laugh
Squarely scribbled on my epitaph

This is the way she goes,
The fickle mistress we call existence
We'll never know
Which way to go
Yet those with heart march on.
We all strive for knowledge
The cause for our endless blunder
We scratch and claw
Dispatched, foresaw
That we'll never sate our hunger.

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  • L. B. Mek

    'Life, it seems
    Likes hurting me
    I don't know how to stop it.
    Serenity is ever lost on me
    It swirls tantalizingly around'
    'Nary a missed opportunity to laugh
    Squarely scribbled on my epitaph

    This is the way she goes,
    The fickle mistress we call existence'
    'We all strive for knowledge
    The cause for our endless blunder
    We scratch and claw
    Dispatched, foresaw
    That we'll never sate our hunger.'
    (might have been easier to just highlight
    your whole poem at this rate, lol
    an unashamedly honest, yet measured write
    showcasing that powerfully resolute voice
    resonating fluently, through your eloquent poetry!
    a great read, thanks for sharing dear poet)

    • Wackyheartache4

      Thanks L.B! Your insight is very much appreciated.



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