Not Meant To Last
I opened my eyes at birth
and cried out in shock and pain.
For I found myself on Earth
and it seemed strange and arcane.
I didn't want to be here
in this world of hate and scorn.
And with clenched fists and a tear
I protested being born.
I left the warmth of the womb
for a future with no past.
And my birth will end in doom
for life is not meant to last.
God intends souls to suffer,
or at least it seems that way.
For life keeps getting tougher,
and it doesn't help to pray.
I search for a glint of hope
in a world devoid of light.
And though I've learned to cope,
misery's not far from sight.
One day I will be no more
life will simply slip away.
And death will slam shut the door
that opened on my birthday.
(Quatrain)
2/13/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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