Life; a song of dying souls

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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