Thompson Emate Poet Rhyme

Bed of Anxieties

The world is a cesspool of complexities,
We are caught in a web of perplexities,
The deeper we search for explanations,
The more akin we are to contemplations.
Life is a bed of anxieties.

The closer we are to the light,
The more opposition we have to fight, 
Life's tempest is not an illusion,
Though opulence fronts the conclusion,
We push through life's sea with every might.

No sage has seen the end of the book, 
No matter how further they look,
We go into each day with unrelenting hope,
Taking watchful steps along each slope,
No one is perfectly skilled at throwing the hook. 



February 24, 2023.

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Daniel Turner February 24, 2023 at 5:20 AM You're thinking too hard. life is actually very simple. We humans make it harder than it has to be. Keep penning, Thompson:) Daniel Turner February 24, 2023 at 9:02 AM Forgive me if you took my response personally. I love your poem, especially the lines beginning, Life's tempest..." i do agree with what you are saying. I'm an old man, I see life as choices. We each make our own destiny by the choices we make. hence the saying,'Life is what you make it" Thompson Emate February 24, 2023 at 7:23 AM We all have disparate views of life. It's a random outcome. Thank you for stopping by. Blessings.