Birth is a suicide mission

sorenbarrett



Time is a cosmic loop

We try to deny reality

We return to where we've been

But can't admit our mortality

I never got to know you

You were gone before I knew

Time shows no mercy

And at the speed of light flew

 

We had days of glory

Now turned to rust

Dreams of gold

Now only dust

Fulfillment complete

Full of lust

Emaciation replete

Lack of trust

 

Each day we are born

Every day is our death

Blinded to this

We take our first and last breath

To be born again

We return to the sands of time

Our children born to die

Isn't it sublime

 

To take someone's time

Is to take all they've got

You can't pay them back

An option it's not

No one will leave alive

Regrets are cast in stone

We only come this way once

We all leave alone

 

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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    a life where we shed, half
    our body weight, in skin
    while traversing existence;
    allowing, another's touch
    on newborn skin
    to affirm our worth
    while, destined to a solitary
    way of life;
    blessed are we, who witness
    our callous reality
    with heart's choosing to smile
    ever so defiantly, bright!
    be glad
    dear Poetic kin
    do not despair
    for, this breath we live
    curates
    our universe's lullabies...
    ain't that
    a most beautiful
    ...dream
    (Zeitgeist as that Epoch
    we unveil
    in each, cherished breath)

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you for the wonderful thought. Yes so true, Carpe diem, enjoy the ride. Happieness is the meaning of life and if we are not happy we are doing it wrong.

    • Bella Shepard

      You have captured in this poem, a theme that has of late been more and more upon my aged mind. The work of every day life serves to distract us from our mortality, I think by design. And as we age we find more leisurely distractions to bide our time, but distract ourselves we must. How can we understand the incomprehensible? Perhaps we may find peace in simply accepting. Thank you dear poet for sharing these truly insightful words, you have no idea how deeply they touch.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you so much Bella for your review and most kind comments. Yes I think that acceptance is all that we can do. We have little other control except our attitude and making the most of each moment.



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