My Life's Pleasures

This Is Now.

There's always time, time to live and time to die.

Different ways to survive that we must try.

This life and I have never seen eye to eye.

Sometimes when there's so much or not enough, I ask, why?

Life destroying our beautiful creations, it's demonic devastation.

For when some are born, they don't live long.

What have we done, that could have been so wrong?

Adapting to our lives, others' justifications changed a thousand times.

They say there's always time.

What if time's not on our side?

With all these seconds left in our lives, unknown is there end.

Not amounting to much, to do is what we tend.

To Heaven and Hell my love is sent.

In my heart, from experience, is a permanent dent.

With these words I vent.

A fallen angel trapped in the wings of despair.

Lost within depths of attempted self-repair.

We won't get anywhere with the thought planted deep with roots to the ground, that life isn't fair.