Embrace life in full –
Passion and pain equally
Hold us in their thrall.
To deny each existence
Leads to lonely life half lived…
Life after Death…
Freed spirit takes flight,
Soars high above lifeless form,
Lying cold and still…
I am growing old
Greying hair and wrinkling skin
Inside I feel young…
There is nowhere to go
To escape life’s hourglass flow,
I feel caught for all time
In this glass cell of mine.
It holds me forever
Tipped for endless endeavour –
But still hope burns eternal
As my life turns, infernal.
Time’s sands trickling unchecked
Through life’s dark narrow neck,
Pull me down with them, choking
Tightness squeezing and gloating.
I stop struggling for breath
Wait for freedom, for death –
And time takes its harsh toll
On my parched empty soul…
I fall, jaded and tired,
No more pain, uninspired,
Long to sleep, rest in peace,
Force this trapped life to cease.
Ash to ash, dust to dust,
But yet keep on I must –
Live it all through again,
Grain by sharp, gritty grain.
Hmmm… this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge set the task of writing a post inspired by one of the fifty-word stories given.
Inspired by ‘On the Importance of Not Being Literal’ by ‘Standing Ovation, Seated’ who mentions mathematicians in their story. I’ve gone off at a bit of a tangent with the idea of trying to apply mathematical certainties to all of life…
My life does not add up,
My equations do not equate –
All mathematical certainties
Have subtracted themselves to date.
My formulae seem flawed,
My geometry impaired;
Somehow my life’s circumference
Never equals Pi-r-squared?
I’ve displaced my decimal point
Feel but a fraction of a whole;
Live a less than balanced existence
In an incalculable soul.
But for all my variable values
Infinity answers clear;
Finds a solution to my problem,
Whispers sweet nothing in my ear…
One day I will solve the problem of life –
But only when taking my last breath
Will I test with flawless finality
The absolute proof of death…