The struggle of life
Embodied in death
Grasping for breath
In my dust infested chest
I try to emerge
From darkness into light
But there's no light outside
Can't say if it's day or night
I'm lost in myself
Cast into doubt
Whether or not it is worth to live
In this doomed, dead world
Death will sure come
But it's taking its time
Allowing me to sink in
The rot and filth of mind
Instead of immortal
I feel forever dead
Where will death take me
When I leave this land
Is it better or worse
Or simply nothing at all
Will I want to see
Or will my eyes be shut closed
And if I see
Will I then believe
The answers to questions
Of so long mistery
I lost the anchor that kept me on the shore
And the tide carried me far in the eye of the storm
The wood bends and cracks, as the waves are closing in
But what keeps me safe from the storm that's within
Moments of calm come
And I'm left to wander
The cold, vast blue ocean
That leaves mind and heart sundered
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The struggle of life
PoetryJust a poem I wrote on one of the many sleepless nights when thoughts kept me awake. It all started with the first verse as it was the main idea that kept me awake and the rest poured out as I was laying words absentmindedly.
