Life dumps cold words even on warm hearts
Dump mute coldness accentuated by disheartening widgets
Like lurid glimmers of fading hope it shade fading lines
Thick faint nothings, filling voids of its own nothing-ness
Into layers and layers of dire vanity
Sketching our names in its blood-dripping calamity
Life, a never ending song sang by dying souls
With little or no knowledge that they are leaving souls
So they walk on, step by step into their own clandestine death
An every awaiting snare to suck out succulent breath
Yet to this sad life we always try to cleave but we have to leave
Ever struggling, juggling, staggering and stammering
Trying to mimic the complex rhymes of living
And it looks down on us, like a frigid virgin on men wielding inch long manhoods
Looking and cursing, eyeing and swearing mixed in hateful admirations
Cascading the realities of fretful happening to fragile mortal men
And we like soldiers matching to the war, we gladly hold life’s burden
And we always seek answers to questions that never get answered
Praying that just this once, this one time that God will look down; moved
And give a gracious hearing to the song of dying souls
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