Love is always a brutal act of violence,
The unwilling submit to the stronger,
The aggressive take what they want with defiance,
And the weak suffer for much longer.
Those who are beaten into submission,
Retreat and stare awkwardly from their cave,
The mind is left to suffer contrition,
To lick the wound and dig the grave.
Try if you can to have a wistful view of this inane cavalcade,
For without indifference Life is an unbearable creation.
The temporary gift of this miracle that will fade,
And the fact that Life ends in Death is the great desecration.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Now how do you expect me to sleep, David?
Sorry just a trip to the dark side. Try sleeping pills.Thanks for commenting.Mucho appreciado
That just about hits the nail on the head, enjoyed the read
Thank you glad you liked it compadre
You are very welcome
I love this poem that presents life as a choice of how you view it and indeed it is. There is a bright side to everything if one chooses to look for it and a dark side as well if one focuses on it. Life can be a tragedy or a comedy and we need to pick our role. Well written with very nice rhyme and good flow holding my interest to the end.
Thank you so much for you inspired critique.It is much appreciated
Excellent write David
Excellent comment Tony36
You're welcome
Very strong and powerful message. Agree with some of it, worth pondering over
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