The Ageless Truth

Perishing Pleasure

Edvard Munch, "Anxiety".  

"I saw all the people behind their masks---smiling, phlegmatic---composed faces---I saw through then and there was suffering---all of them---pale corpses---who without rest ran around---along a twisted road---at the end of which was the grave."  - Edvard Munch, c. 1916

. . .

The frigid faces were once lit by the vivid skies,

and the pleasure of the imminent was still lively. 

Year by year the cold forthcomings have struck down the pleasure,

and replaced it with dread creeping around the corner.

Some have not given up,

but have let a trace of radiance illuminate the wreathed and bleak path. 

It is troublesome to find something,

that needs to understand itself prior to the harrowing events.

The few which have moved towards finding the perishing pleasure,

will end up with losing the will to find the lost,

and will produce the frigid faces and stagnant figures like the rest. 

. . .